ONEDAY

One day I will return
To my village
I will collect the jasmine flowers there and
Make garlands
Then
I will write poems
That I forgot to write on the waves of
Gentle breez

I will forget the moment of my
fall from a moving bus
that painted my face with the tar of the city road
And take bath in the stream
Exhilarating in the southern wind
That paints me with its fragrance

When my doctor no longer calls me
When my granddaughter or her son
Has a companion to tell stories
Then
I will return to my village