Rectangular depths of thoughts square off in circles
of imagination, taking me with them into interior
denizens of amazing results of poetry, leaping into
volumes of blank books, just to read and be heard
all over the world.
Sacrificing everyday renditions to find ways through
the life that is mine in poetry.
Loving that I can do this, and thanking God for this
wonderful gift to get me through this reluctant life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem