ANCHOR

If only I could tie up

my past

to an anchor

and cast it to the bottom

of the deepest of oceans

together with my disquieting

memories—

I wouldn’t hesitate a moment.

I have nothing

to regret, nothing to pay for.

If only I could tie up

my present

to an anchor

and stop for a moment

in the boundless ocean of happiness

I wouldn’t hesitate a moment.

I have enough

to cherish.

Love is an overcrowded ship

or an empty sailboat,

but it has no meaning for us.

We go on sailing

until the anchor of sadness or joy

does not reach

the bottom.