I had to push myself away
To get close enough to touch
Embracing the distance as my friend
So the truth could finally breathe
Creating space for words to form
And their syllables to grow
Reaching beyond by reaching inside
—as memory exhales
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2018)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A moving and motivational mandate that flows from inside out. Well done my friend!
Thanks so much, Howard. Kurt