“Ponder how you might describe
the indescribable, ” her email challenged.
“No color. No shape. No sequence of being.”
So let’s, ponder what can’t be, except
conceptually.
What can words do? - Play
with negatives: define what isn’t.
Standing on a puff of air, I wave to angels
where the need for gods hangs on
the remnants of a vapor trail.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem