Touched by the deep quiet suddenly upon me, caught
in a desert causeway.
Thoughts flocked together like sheep in a pasture of
distant renderings and relationships.
Watching clouds pass through timeless omens, catering
to the whims of inconstant breezes.
Afraid to contact the near prospect of living, for it
will move beyond reach, the second it is grasped for.
Plied with the truths of tomorrow's destiny, letting
go, preferring to hold onto yesterday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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