Rhythms jumping up and down chords and measures of notes
and rests, keeping and following time with wonder, joy
and pleasure in this mundane world.
Standing on sidelines, being touched by the Divine in
moments of mystery and sublime writing of poetry, slipping
under the covers of other people's endeavors.
Suffocated and recovering through an inner strength and
fortitude that never seems to die, only energize this being
even more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem