Excuse me, I am a stranger.

How do you say, in your language,

I have been deeply traumatized?

How do you say, my world is full of pain?

How do you say, I have gone and come, I have come and gone, my way has been long?

No, I am not lost: I am a wanderer.

No, I know no home but this. Thank you.

How do you say, Mother, Father, I love you; forgive me?

How, in your language, do you come to understand?

In this place, how is it you are held?

And tell me, if you know, how the dandelions speak of love without fear,

Loss without remorse,

Of letting oneself die into the world & be born?

…and how do you say, I am loved?