Swinging from ropes of life's situations,
daring to stare it down in times of anger.
Never allowing it slack, keeping it taut
so as not to fall into it's trap.
Singly taking attitudes, adjusting them,
covering over them, letting it all be,
until it comes collapsing on top of us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem