Waiting patiently for our son to pick us up at the center,
enjoying private and quiet times of being alone, together.
A gentle peace has descended and like a cloak envelopes
this mind, allowing it to project it's creativeness into
expressions of innovative poetry.
Living meanings and definitions of reality while exploring
and discovering impossibilities that become possible through
thinking and writing.
Enlivening and exciting passionate desires, allowing it to
enter denizens of imagination so one day wisdom will be
attained through all the interaction with it and intellect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem