Cradling thoughts in my mind, singing lullabies, quieting
them down, climbing into a dense jungle of ideas, walking
alone into the center of another time.
Simply and easily being carried away on a raft downriver,
searching for a liveliness that fell overboard once upon
a time.
Needing to find it once again, turning over and over,
noticing that an abrupt change of mind has completed it's
circle of indecision at last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem