Riding across the U.S.A. on a Greyhound bus, listening to
the wonder of landscapes silently sliding by the windows
of this vehicle.
Seeing extremes flying past, people of every size, shape
and color taking their time getting to where they are
going, not even knowing that I'm now looking at them.
Distinctions being made automatically through sight, de-
tailing everything along the way, solitary and enlighten-
ing, now taking me into a creative atmosphere.
Filled with an energetic vitality, fulfilling a sole pur-
pose of the passion of my life through poetry and music,
nothing able to surpass it's beauty and fascination for me
alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem