don't you know
that i always feel so alive
after writing
a poem or two?
it is as though
i have not exhaled for years
as though
i have only learned to inhale
at this moment
cool fresh air fills my lungs
a dance song in my heart
aerobics for my veins
a view of the landscape of rivers
and hills and a house beside
with chimney
blowing its smoke for
the breakfast menu
at night the moon is full
and the birds are tightly asleep
all these are in my mind
after a poem or two.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem