I drink in the pleasures of a bathing bird
Defiant and vulnerable upon the ground.
Feathers spread as waters wash to naked flesh.
Plump are those who feast here
And slow to wing their flight to air.
Still, they know security rests in this place
And so might they.
Paradise has many names,
Home is but one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem