Softly, enticingly, charging my spirit with
peaceful energy as I drift over heights in
my mind.
Sliding down mountains, holding onto cacti,
touching, holding, rattlesnakes, petting
coyotes and javelina without being hurt in
any way.
Imagination enables it and wonder and awe
are transfixed in an atmosphere of lone
creativity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem