Poetry of the day

Universe


The first thing I do in winter mornings

is to wear woolen socks and cap ;

in summer , a cold bath .

My mother is dead ,

and also my daughter .

As I face the cold and the heat

I find they have changed ,

become enormously large ,

as if of another planet .

I am an old man now ; no longer

a cherished child of the universe .

And the universe is itself raw yet ,

barely born ;

doesn`t know how to handle things .