Wandering through thoughts, mind kicking at them like I
would leaves lying on the ground in autumn, both the
leaves and thoughts being vividly colorful and vibrant.
Watching as they slide, shuffle or raise up into a short
flight of air current, so delicate looking, arriving soft-
ly upon the ground.
Nonplussed by the rudeness in a second of a moment, be-
cause at least they've been moved a little from the predict-
ament they were stuck in.
Thoughts now having themselves located and expressed in
this poem, giving everyone a bird's eye view of how at
times my mind works, passing time at the airport.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem