Life retreats
or in other words
it becomes hazy
with memories
that after being sorted out
sumptuously surround me
grow and blossom
Is this the harvest
of aging –
but then I turn back
to reality
the now
and go enthusiastically
into the future
gathering more wonderful moments
out of the racing time
that will be the new harvest –
Oeke Kruythof
Jenny Narraway translation/transcreation