My Whim Poem by Luz EtchemendiGaray

This is my room without locks,
this is my life by the water,
I do as I please.
Ilook out the window
and observe the sea
as it kisses the sand each morning,
in love with this day`s image,
I cannot decide whether
I should go the beach
or down to the port
and see the boats moored
following their whims.

I am happy, and it shows
in my step,
an in the smile I hurl at the mirror
when I try on my new hat
to go to meet you.


Translated by Sue Littleton, Daniel Ginhson and the author.

(From the book Golden Summer / Verano de Oro,2011)