a trapeze artist swaying through the air
the sound of the hands clapping
and footsteps gone astray
for an artist tied to the navel made of light
is an acrobat surfing all shades of the sun
to land by the dawn and thus spare the night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
interesting mix the juxtaposition of the first and last 3 lines has many unique catches