Solitary confinement steads me in an atmosphere of contemplation,
giving an atmosphere in which I can imagine just about everything
in a talented rendezvous.
Searching daily moments, looking for any that will fit accurately
in a book or poem of ingenuity.
Tagging my mind with sublime knowing as it continually expands
and progresses towards final days on earth.
Wading out to meet whatever comes towards my mind in extraneous
thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem