Juxtapositioning my mind, wanting it to find a space
in time where it can be comfortable and able to
enjoy rhythms happening all around me at the Wagon
Yard.
Signals sliding and dipping into the most unusual
places on earth, giving me much to think about as I
travel daily routes around town.
Taking my pen with me to write of it all and place it
in my book of life, now almost ended.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem