Racing ahead into fast moving rhythms, leaving nothing to
chance.
Leaning sideways just to have some way to squeeze through
the doorway into another dimension far from the trials and
suffering in life.
Vying for the top of every mountain, taking time and making
certain everything is where it should be.
Tangling straps of puzzles being put together in solitary
places of abject authority.
All of it culminating in a response of rhythmic pleasure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.