Calm, balmy day in February, sky totally clouded over,
white as far and wide as anyone can see.
Thoughts piling and falling over one another in absent-
minded reveries.
A cool gentle atmosphere surrounds me as I sit and
write.
Activities in varied forms are all around, but I don't
care to join in any of them right now.
Buildings standing, looking over my shoulder, not being
able to read a word I write.
Such a secure private feeling stirring within, eases the
stress and strain of the day.
Now calm, serene, away from the havoc of the office
bosses, I can at last be myself and enjoy life once
again tonight.
(2/28/96)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem