the place where we are right - yehuda amichai

[luckyzukky]

From the place where we are right
flowers will never grow
in the spring.

The place where we are right
is hard and trampled
like a yard.

But doubts and loves
dig up the world
like a mole, a plow.
And a whisper will be heard in the place
where the ruined
house once stood.

(yehuda amichai)
(stephen mitchell, translation)
(source)