june fourth — pier
fragment of the book "i am the sea" - Translation: Holly O'Reilly
i am the sea...
i am not blue, nor green
i think i am an orange sea
like the sea, i am infinite
i can fit as many drops of water
as particles of waves.
sometimes i am fierce, sometimes placid
calm in the deepest depths and
abyss of shallow questions
a mess when i meet the rocks,
i heave, i scatter
my water heats
and cools when a body stays.
i am the sea at the horizon, of which
no-one knows how much is left
or if it meets the sky there
and if it will
i do not know if there is rain
if it must come
and if it comes,
if caused by my weighing
our own eyelashes
of sweats abandoned
by the indifference of time.
there are many lives in my depths
i have dangerous species in my ocean
i am much more than i myself can deny
i am afraid of myself
i am afraid of drowning on the surface
afraid of not returning from the bottom.
does the sea also seek
balance between the break of one wave and the next?
does it exists for us, seas?
and if they spill oil in me and i suffer in the melancholy
of a pristine sea touching the shores
that hide oysters in the dark
and their secret pearls.
i am like a sea with no direction,
yet convinced the path painted by the blue map exists.
i am like the singing sea
i am like the white foam that is formed.
i am a transitory sea
intermittent drops that join and diverge over seasons.
could the same drop of water touch the shore again some day?
how long would it take to reach all the coasts?
might they have already kissed so many mountain's feet?
i am shelter for the algae
energy source of the goddess
food for some divine beings
rest for wings
bath for the spirit
sanctuary for the world.
being sea, i am simple
being ocean, i am complex
susceptible to the wind
i get married and tire of time.
i am like the sea, for the the sun: mirror.
i am like a tide that rises
and knocks down the child's sandcastle on the beach
and drenches the sarong of the sunbathing girl.
i am like the wave that tricks
and pulls down by the legs
and invades my nostrils.
i am like the false grain of sand that sinks when it feels soles.
i am like a drop of rain
that settles into the sea and stays
until it dissolves
until it's gone.
i am like the seagull that rests
in the sea and goes home
i am like the crab that nibbles on a body fluctuating on the massive sand
i am like puddles of water cocooned in shells
that become dust in the water
that become sea
when i nestle into ears.
what i become,
when i am not writing.
i am the sea that peels rocks
carries beautiful shells to the shore.
sometimes i am salty, sometimes sour
i am the sea that heals wounds
open in living flesh
and that burns
in the sea.
i am the sea that belongs to no-one
that does not ask for a passport when entering other islands.
i am the sea that salts lips
and cushions the evil before it is committed.
i am the sea that purifies the soul
every time i dirty myself with grey dust
i am the sea of bronchi when i smell the low tide.
i am a sea that is curious about the
other side of rocks
i am a labyrinth for the pirates,
an arm for other ships
to reach other peninsulas.
i am an impenetrable sea when frozen
and when a capsule, one that warms.
i am a sea of flung bottles
and the poetry that comes inside them,
i am the sea that quenches the thirst of the daytime sunbeam
in the twilight of the revolt
the night heals itself in the moon’s repose.