Watching dancers rumba as I also look into my mind,
seeing what no one else can see.
An honor given sololy to me as I write and
contemplate the visions I have in my repertoire.
Using them constantly in unique ways of words, as
my fingers dance, carefully attuned to the music,
creating poetry interiorly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem