When I see something like my warm water-pot
my mind is not mind, it is filled with feeling,
and in a flowering of this reflection and in a diction
I just write words in a line to express the worthiness
that is gentle
that is not cracked with TV sounds
that is not whined away by the domestic quarrel
and I find that this line is the first line of my poem
and continue it writing what I have witnessed around me
and I do not question where lie all missing facades or a trove
and the world of words thus runs in my style of telling it
till it ends after a run with what provides a check to stop.
Thus I write my poems.
Thus I live with my poems.