Why am I so sleepy - the office feels like an
incubator with a roost of clucking hens as all
are talking vigorously - Bert Kaempfert does
his best to energise me playing ‘That Happy
Feeling' but still I feel like a tired bear at the
threshold of my cave for hibernation far from
everyone until spring comes, sprouting grass
in emerald green and then the turquoise pool
Becomes my crocodilian refuge from the hot
sun; until such time my only wish is to dream,
my mind floating above the clouds in resonant
sounds forming a safe place within millions of
bewitching spirals above the earth combining
everything I ever liked, I'm sinking ever lower
on my desk and seek refuge in my lively Ivan
Rebroff's song - Kosaken mussen reiten, but
It only serves as counterpoint to my increasing
fatigue, I give up and sink down on my arms -
carried on Bach's Harpsichord Concerto No.5
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem