Smile before your see
Your own tears;
And smile before you see
Mine.
Go out and soak your pants,
In the little local pond,
Go out and stick your hands,
On the cold jagged rock.
Go out,
But be careful,
I am not following behind;
Be alone and still,
Like I shall forever hide.
See, try,
If the twig talks to you,
If the timid, green weed
Wants to befriend you;
If at all you want to stay,
Stay. And stay still,
Like a photograph,
And wait until…
Saba 