then there is this island which we brave
even with a storm
the boat is small like a leaf
the waves bigger than houses
and we are so silent afraid in the middle of
this confusion
we arrive there with relief as we sit
on a rock mountain
and then we are called to get inside
this island cave
of glistening stalactites and stalagmites
water as clear as air and cold as ice
lapped our feet and the sound of
slush is sweet as a call of
a beautiful maiden wanting to be hugged.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem