Do we see reality maybe in glimpses? 
just as we see people in passing
coming out of some jaunty somewhere 
emerging to our curious view 
Oh, but for a misting moment
then once again, gone-abruptly
lost in deep-fog, back to 
a mysterious nowhere                
 
                    This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    