pod okriljem mora
ona ceka u plimi
u komesanju valova i bonaci, nosi
azurnu, sivoplavu i duboko zelenu
prema njegovom raspolozenju. Vrskom stopala
uranja duboko, uspravna
u povuci – guraj – povuci –
ritmu valova; ona biva
njene oci uprte ka obzoru,
gdje se more odvaja od neba, i pita se
do kud bi dospjela kad bi plivala,
zamislja na kojoj tocci bi je noge izdale,
dok je more ljulja
i vuce dublje, dublje u tamu
gdje ce slobodno disati
u crnom, neprobojnom miru.
Controlled by the sea
she waits inside its tide
in turbulence and calm, wears
Cerulean or Paynes or Veridien
to match its mood. Her toes
dig deep to keep her static
in the pull – push – pull –
push of waves; she stays
her eyes on the furthest point,
separates water from sky, wonders
how far she’d get if she swam,
imagines a spot her limbs collapse,
the sea lugging her in
and down, down in murk
where she can breathe freely
in black, heavy calm.