People are out lying on edges of my mind,
sitting there trying not to be in my way
right now.
Wanting nothing to do with them, writing
completely in an intense contemplation,
one with God, keeping all else at bay
for now.
A complete silence and stillness
surrounding me completely.
Later, writing of people and their
idiosyncrasies as I slowly flow back to
the reality of time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem