Settling in amongst ordinary thoughts, ideas form and
pop up like popcorn in a kettle.
Relishing each one thoroughly, enjoying, savoring and
watching them abstract themselves, and attach to un-
thought of images.
Watching them mold, shape and form one another into
wonderful, mysterious creations time after time.
Facets unheard of become opposite words in verse,
allowing poems to originate seemingly from nowhere as
they touch and cogitate pathways and neurons in this
brain.
Allowing juxtaposition of inner universes to be seen
and held imaginatively so they may be written out
and explored.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem