Watching the blues climb up the arms of ocotillos
in the courtyard, a wonderful and unusual sight
to see.
Taking me away on bluened notes in bluened music
of yesterday, creating memories for me right now.
Brilliant rhythms focusing themselves interiorly.
A beautiful scientific formula creating itself
within, giving a new expression of interior self.
Writing the new ideas into a poem, keeping it's
inspiration close at hand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem