Cozy, curled in a corner of my mind, intellect taking care
of my being innately, feeling protected and safe in prose
as I write poetically in chords of an earlier time.
Stretching out, encompassing every moment that opens up,
surrounding areas of my brain, never ceasing to formulate
easier ways of doing difficult tasks within daily living.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem