early morning and one is already at
the computer screen against the wall
with one’s back to the garden;
and then there’s a play of light on the wall
just above the Dell screen
and there is the waving of the gumtree’s leaves
so like a woman’s hair
on the wall
captured in an oblong frame of silvery sunlight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem