Sliding down mountain pathways, oblivious to the dangers
inherent within it's hidden places.
Secreted quietly where no one can see them unless they
are like this poet, noticing every detail and being
extremely inquisitive and eternally curious.
Always having been this way since being born, remembering
even when first opening my eyes, looking around, curiosity
innately wanting to be satisfied.
Eyes roaming constantly, taking in everything around me,
expressions on people's faces, gestures, emotions touching
me somehow interiorly.
Never thinking to question why this happens in spite of my
curiosity, just totally accepting everything as a part of
who I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem