Observing a screen saver depicting an ocean scene
before me.
Clouds circularly surrounding mountains on a distant
shoreline.
Choppy waves, splashing in my mind against imagination
and pulling me into it's salty depths just so I can
write a poem about it's beautiful essence here on
earth.
Waving upon the shore, closer in, rippling in pools
between holes in rocks, hewn by the many years water
has flowed and eked them into the hard mountainous
rocks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem