'How does water remain so unfamiliar?'
Roni Horn
It's not told
how the animals left,
but waiting to disembark
their breath formed a cloud
and fell as light rain.
It gathered in hollows
under their eyes,
the peaceable kingdom
laid down, like memory
in a library of water
and long after landing
they would watch
for the waterspouts
and that mysterious fall
of fish from the air.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem