Coffee and orange juice left me with a zany feeling
as the dawn rose up like a butterfly
bursting its way out of its cocoon.
The globe ascended on the horizon...and
all stars withered away on the island of Lanai.
Mesmerized by the view and the drone of the radio,
I clumsily knocked over my teacup of blueberry's
onto my plain muesli, which was now covered
with many different sizes and hues of blue...and
suddenly...a painting titled 'Breakfast' materialized.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem