Peeking through mini blinds, looking through the slits, seeing
bits and pieces of nature from outside the window, weighing in
on nature and humanity.
Seeing differences and some coinciding similarities together,
getting pictures etched upon photographic interior screens,
watching them like videos in my mind while writing poetry.
Coming fully alive through intellect, projecting them in
poems as I watch continually through music and rhythms, feel-
ing quite at home with the self my imagination has created
through reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem