It’s so quiet today, save a few peripheral noises
From the world outside.
Voices down the hall, indistinguishable words,
Clicks on keyboards, paper rustling,
The sound of business.
I stare at the objects on my desk
A picture of friends,
A postcard, a withered balloon, a map,
The clutter of work in process, a tangle of wires,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem