the horizon dips and jumps over pine and stone
And drenching indigo overflows from the sky
Sinking
Down into the roots and crevices of mountain
Spreading
Its inky tendrils round and round
The slamming of a door
The clanging of a pan
The screeching of a tire
The yelping of a dog.
Engulfed by the soothing ocean of distant traffic, the mountains stand
Like quiet isles holding still as the waves lap their shores
Echo and repeat
Inhale and exhale
Breathe and sigh
While I
Dive
Into the immobilizing blueness
And hug the air close to my skin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem