Window images walking in and out of visual acuity
as I sit and gaze at nature from inside.
A gentle breeze puffing at tree leaves and branches,
allowing them a sensuous freedom of movement for a
time.
Children running, jumping, playing, at ease, learning
how their bodies movement can be used for a freedom
of motion.
Inside again, a stilted movement can be observed as a
group of elderly men play pool as best they can,
wishing for the agility and verve of their youth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem