sometimes I write the inhale
pull the sky and ground closer
to me, hold me in a place
to see and feel it all, drenched
by dense blues and greens
sometimes I write the exhale
let loose the ground and sky
and I within the wind,
I write myself movement
travel
between clouds and sunbeams
I'll not know where
I land
but
I breathe
through
the wonder
of it all-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem