Waiting for the bus

I’m waiting for the bus.
Many busses pass by the station.
They go to different places,
But there is no bus to take me where I want to go.

I am still waiting, from winter to spring.
No one cares about the people waiting for the bus.
They walk or they run.
I wait from dark till dawn.

Trees hibernate and wake up,
So, too, do the birds.
The city has slept for thousands of years,
except a few stars stay awake.
I don’t know the distance to the place I want to go.
I keep waiting for the bus.

Anna Keiko, China

Translation Germain Droogenbroodt – Stanley Barkan

from: „Absurd Nobility “, Chinese-English
Independently Poetry, Chile – USA, 2022