just seeing birds
migrating or
sailing with a friend
to a new land
elated by the wagging
of a dog's tail
a hammock world
rocking
all about a movement
a hum
this more to all these
there is
this whisper of the ear
to the eye
there is more to
the sound of
content,
there is more to sorrow
than joy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem