Stillness abiding within me, standing on street corners,
awaiting the appearance of others, watching people as
they go about their business.
Writing it all into poetry so they can read of themselves
in a poem, being fascinated at the speed in which I write,
wondering how in the world I manage to do it.
Appreciating the poems about themselves, feeling honored
to have been written about by this mere poet, never miss-
ing a step in rhythms.
Continuing on the way while listening to the balance of
rhythms as they play and cavort about this mind and imag-
ination constantly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem