Tepid, yet steady, drum beats taking my mind staccatoly
into the near future where life is waiting patiently.
Rhythms flowing, tones rocking in anticipation of my
coming to play in words of poetry being stirred up.
Not ever knowing which ones will end up in a poem, never
worrying, knowing that they will make sense when done.
Solemnly and quietly taking in the inspiration pouring
forth from deep wells of rhythm, sensuous and vibrant
forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem