The White RoomI am now feeling

like a lost camel
in the Sahara Desert.
I am very young
and I've got a lot of things
to learn.

Sometimes
I think:
I don't know anything
I should go to my house
and begin to study.
But, then, I think
Why? A lot of the time
knowledge flies after studying.
Will I fly with English
out of this white room?

by Irene Soriano FlórezWith kind permission of the poet, previously published in Poetry as a Foreign Language, edited by Martin Bates, White Adder Press, 1999