Today I’m lying in the dentist chair
Wondering how to seem relaxed, my scheme
Is to by thought transport myself elsewhere.
My opaque eyelids block the spotlight glare,
Some mellow music plays. I feel no pain.
Today I’m lying. In the dentist chair
I levitate my soul like gas and air,
Float round the boundaries of the room. My aim
Is to by thought transport myself. Elsewhere
Her mouth is being explored, She grins and bares
Instruments and drills that scratch, scrape, and grate.
Today I’m lying in the dentist chair
Serenely dreaming, wistfully compare
The sun of yesterday with today’s rain.
Is to by thought transport myself elsewhere
The trick a coward plays, or magic’s flair,
A self deceptive ploy or crafty game?
Today I’m lying in the dentist chair
And by thought I transport myself elsewhere
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Janet, Difficult form of the villanelle written with the ease and wit of an almost Elizabeth Bishop- well done John