I don’t know how to make things
out of metal or stone
or bring them forth from the ground,
or how a building rises
like magic from Nothing, or how
raw metal, plastic and rubber
arrive at a plant
and come off a conveyor
sleek, shiny and ready to drive,
can’t follow out
the lines of fate
on circuit boards
or create a machine
that makes other machines,
don’t know what tool and dye is
or for that matter, escrow.
What I know is how
to walk around outdoors
and appreciate the Magic
of some of those things
and the gifts Nature bestows.
I’m an eye
and sometimes an ear,
and when clouds
aren’t in the way,
a beating heart —
all Air and Fire,
swimming
through Water
toward Earth,
which I love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
clumsy. not my favorite of yours, Max. beginning is smoother than the last half, for me. theme is timeless, universal (which you do well) & the whole piece evolved from the title, and that's how it's done. care, sjg