Listening to rumblings of thunder above, rolling through
the heavens like bowling balls in an alley, sparking many
thoughts and ideas in a coming rain storm.
Every once in a while lightening striking, zig-zagging
across the sky, lighting up corners of earth, enjoying
this little haven alone.
No one knowing exactly where I am, having left my hospital
room on the seventh floor and taking a walk downstairs to
the lobby.
Going into Lulu's Café and out onto their patio to write
and hide away from nurses, doctors, and lab technicians
for a while.
Resting and relaxing in the privacy of this poetical mind,
picturesque and beautiful, coming alive and vibrant with
imagination and intellect.
A glorious place to be, getting away from it all for a while,
satisfying and very pleasant, nothing to bother me, people
watching as I write, yet not daring to interrupt, leaving me
to myself in poetry and music.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem