The same intelligence, contemplating
stupid things or marvelous things,
is either stupid or marvelous.
I am not smarter than her,
but exiled here among rivers and mountains
I construct happiness in the mind.
I don’t know if this is marvelous
or merely makes me sensitive and kind.
Survival is my burden.
There is nothing marvelous about my tears.
Let her be safe, stupid, and enjoy the laughter of her peers.