Translator

She tries at translation,

in the language of a page:

over the outlines of meaning

in the fluency that eludes her.

How little one does know.

Dictionary taken by hand,

she dances, stutter-step through the silhouettes of words,

in the forlornness of languages not understood.

Be okay, translator,

be okay.

Life makes for little than a lonesome metaphor,

but still live on, here in the meanings

only the solitary find.