Moments spraying life in all directions, watching it land
in all sorts of predicaments.
Trying to untangle itself - extricate it's thoughts from
portions of weeds that are interfering in plans already made.
Piquant ideas are rotating, trying to decide who is next
in line.
Writing quickly, slyly, as people are looking on, wondering
what I'm doing.
Enjoying poems as they flow from my mind and out of my pen
incessantly, like water off a waterfall.
Watching reflections of words, rippling across mirror-like
screens in my mind, portraying whatever happens to hit my
mind's eyes.
Lounging and letting it all happen the way it wants, knowing
that always will there be something to write about.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem