Rummaging around in dark closets of yesterday,
rarely opened up, just doing a little spring
cleaning.
Tidying up, getting ready for the next onslaught
of poetry to be written as I go along, listening
to music.
All of it makes a difference in what I see and
think every moment of my life.
Situated in a tempest of medical problems and
writing my way out of it all - trying to stay
sane in these trying times.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem