Scissor-like, cutting through images in visions I don't
want to see right now.
Everything is fine - they'll never really disappear
because they've been photographed into my mind - never
to be let go of during my lifetime.
Shadows penetrating every corner of the cutting room,
looking concerned, but not worried - knowing the same
things as I do.
Etching all the activity into more memories, savoring
each film being put together.
Knowing that there will be many more opportunities to do
what I have been born to do in creative atmospheres.
I have been given to imagine many possibilities and
create interesting impossibilities.
Talent being focused from within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem