Strangeness? Try the great swamp
at midnight looking for panic.
Run around the moon six times
before sleeping with a witch.
Split your multiple personalities,
and plant wildflowers in the cracks.
Chase a raven from the pine tree,
and search for turtles laying eggs.
Find the similarities in things,
stone, feathers, and insect wings.
In sleep the poetry is like a rock
tossed into water, then the ripples.
Try for the innuendo, the thing
in the mind after blackbirds.
And yes, I found the rain tree,
I planted it beside a bench long ago.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How vast are the horizons of mind and feeling? As vast as the words and the icons of a poet's pen.