Swimming has a beginning and an end. The depth
invites and lures my being with promises
of powerful potentialities, I dive into the trembling light
of blue enchantment to retrieve
pearls of human power,
I create globes of wonder, gates of gold.
Breathless surfacing is a race for life,
but the blue transparency of the living water
glitteringly beckons the soul to return, return
to feel, feel to desire, desire the depths again.
For only there the iceberg that I am
discovers its elemental make.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem