Gently waving, swaying in an afternoon breeze, tantalizing,
bringing me into a pleasant mood.
Sitting here, listening to others talking, yet keep on
writing what I want to see from photographic screens within.
Touching particles and taking them into interior rhythms
filled with the essence of another world from which I have
visited.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem