As many years in my life
Now as weeks in the year
From my heart came the sound
Of the late May blue jay grown large
Through your fingers feel the handless night
Passing it will not obscure my palm’s river
Where you swam with your children
I know the shape of my death’s shadow
Like a stick in the water it bends across
The invisible insistence halfway
Submerged or like a stone caressed
So long it has no shape you know only
How it feels in your palm you know
Only the shadow it casts when it is gone
Translations from the English 
Happy Birth week to a brilliant poet. Another favorite poem here.
Thank you! I think that’s 4 birthdays in a row I’ve managed a poem. Will see how long I can keep it going…364 days till the next one…
Happy Birthday ~ ‘time flies’ ~ but you are a ‘youngster’ still ~ Enjoy ~ ^_^
Thank you!
Happy Birthday! And Happy Birthday poem!
— Geezer