A special moment, often perplexed
these thoughts expressed perceived.
Simple words go into building a subtext
the meaning-of is a gift well-received.
Libraries are filled wall to wall with books.
My favourite is poetry volumes
thoughts bagged on baited-hooks
wriggle in keepnets a dripping wet vacuum.
Words that enter my mind like eels
that belly down electrically still charged
at times their beauty and meaning congeals
and I am stunned, totally adsorbed.
At such moments I am palpably impaled
by the will of another I-am left bleeding
in this simple task of reading, I-am availed
of any doubt and filled with hopes interceding
everything has a plan a modicum of meaning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem