Settled into a lackadaisical mood, not wanting to move into
the day as yet, just wanting to write poetry and listen to
music.
Feeling nothing important tugging at this mind, enjoying
the peace of complacency outside on the front porch, an
easy going, laid-back western feeling.
Not rushing or harrying my being, giving reminders of how
it was when younger, having nothing to worry about, just
being alone and silent, happy for moments of repose filling
my being interiorly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem