There it is - the New Poem. Read it and
read it again. Make it feel welcome because
730+ poems crowd my collection and recite
theselves in soft voices. The new poem is shy,
its subject is an epiphany of grace, received
when least expected but most urgently needed.
Why is this? Can we comprehend the progress
of an idea which makes a dwelling for itself
within the brain space we call "Mind? " Tendrils,
of the extremest flesh, connect the visible
with the invisible. The mind adjusts the message,
the brain says this in the most decent language.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this, Daniel! I add it to my mental list of poems about poets and poetry. It brings to mind my approach to writing poems, akin to Wright’s on architecture, that the form of the poem should be dictated by its function. Always enjoy keeping up with your writing and hoping you’re well, Glen