Settling back, soaking up penetrating warmth in shade
patches of tree shadows, neglecting thought and it's
ideas for the moment.
Allowing this morning's anxieties to fall away, leaving
flaccid moods swimming further and further from being.
Silently being watched, striving to maintain a semblance
of sanity, to begin again.
Grasping a tiny thread, remaking this day's pattern to
fit a more serene and peaceful woven afternoon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem