It's part of a story told in first person,
the narrator defining how it was for him
in the context of what happened,
embedded in countless others' contexts.
And when the universal sum of all
those teeming, interweaving threads
begins to hum, a poem sprouts from it
like bird song from the Tree of Life,
its roots singing with earth and water,
its hand-like leaves with air and fire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem