Morning and I, play in the darkness,
At this keyboard of all words...silence.
No dogs mumbling, no cat biting me
Good Morning! No rustlings in the house.
Early as the first sky streak yet to be
Seen. In this way, and Time, are poems
Managed on the screen...in silence.
No songs to startle. Only sound is this
Computer tower humming, creating,
Investigating every letter I type, every
Universe that knocks on its circuits.
Protector, or Private Eye...third Eye?
It lays dormant all day, much as I, at
That bridge house...silence.
It blinks into Life this Afternoon, as I
Stumble in, packages down, and lie...
Dormant.
Silence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem