Protocols of life being left behind hospital doors as I
venture outside to ruminate and write poetry abundantly.
Vast opportunities to be alone, giving of oneself to the
universe in poetic interludes of realization and expression.
Quintessimately viewing ethereal nature in moments of somber
solace, given when entering a contemplative state of mind,
in conjunction with imagination's domain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem