Dream of Finishing Something
For the first time you see the rough draft of your life
complete. You now know—it’s a whale; it’s a shark;
It’s a school of fish. Silt in a tidal pool.
It’s a shadow of the plane passing overhead,
of the cloud into which the plane disappears.
For a moment there is no telling which direction
it is going, but it is all there; or whether its depth
Is imagined but it is all there is. Imagined or not.
Translations from the English 
I lile this one very much. “For a moment there is no telling which direction
it is going, but it is all there; or whether its depth
is imagined but it is all there is. Imagined or not.”
Really great.
Thanks, L. Just came back from a trip and you know how it is, you often get a different, bigger picture perspective on things as a result. I was commenting on another writer’s post that she’d completed her rough draft of her first novel, and suddenly that clicked with my own new perspective on things and provided the poem to me pretty nicely.