amidst the busy day
the hurry and the blurry
of things and events to come
i take a break. Poetry.
Images of sunlight where the sunflower rides
across the window
the sea, a boat, a little boy playing on the shore
a man paddling,
a woman with a hat waiting for the fish
the wind gets in
i smell salt and i feel the coldness.
back to paper work
and reality, a table of folders
names and figures
reasons and justifications
citations
15 years now
more to go till i get 70
how do i get there?
ah, i need sleep,
i will have my siesta.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem