Music playing softly in the background while sitting here
and thinking.
This mind wandering over many plains, settling down amidst
the desert's dust instead.
Camouflaging itself so no one can bother talking or getting
to know what it's all about.
Testing the terrain, waiting for that moment when it can
take it's life and bury it in the sand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem