Way past dark, sitting on shore, thinking and pondering,
wondering what the rest of life has in store.
Noticing every detail that comes into being, accepting
it all and transposing it into rhythms of poetry.
A potent explanation of whatever is happening in many
thoughts and reality of this life.
Left alone on shores until gone once and for all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem