Oh, come on.
Haven't I pondered a single
glorious notion all day?
My passion and grace is
an erratic neighbor,
visiting at strange hours and
scribbling on my kitchen floor
with a crayon,
giggling,
while I chase him with a fish net.
'NOT ON THE COUCH! ! ! '
He soars away in an exultant sigh,
leaving electricity in the air.
A pulse.
A feeling of disturbance.
I feel so alive for a moment.
I smile,
breathless and elated...
I hope he stays that way
forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds fun! Loved the title.