Taken aback with little help, feeling joy pop up and
down inside the turmoil of life.
Jackpots upending final turns, pressing change of
habits into pockets of emptiness.
Settling in for long dark months of privileged
information, we sit in darkness with no inkling of
what is happening in life's corner of the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem