Afternoon at the Zoo 

On a day when my mind is drenched in sorrow 
I go to visit the zoo. 

The sadness I can’t talk with people  
I want to talk with animals. 

I do not come here just to watch you, 
but come with a mind of rubbing our cheeks together to cry together. 
Hiding, I write poems, but no one reads them. 
Walking along the iron rails 
I read my book of poems, carefully collected. 

I am the one who is behind the iron cage. 
When I turn, animals from all alien lands 
look at me from every direction through iron bars. 

Here is a poet without a country  
the whispering sounds.... 

That afternoon at the empty zoo, our position is reversed 
the sunset spreads like a scream.