Oh, the unutterable relief
and emancipating joy
and relaxing of the shoulders,
and the neck,
and the smile muscles,
after what seemed like
the planet’s relentless determination
every day
and in every way,
to interrupt,
when one finishes
developing a database
in all its magnificence
even if not quite
in the allotted time.
(30 November 2011)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem