Someone is eavesdropping on my heart.
Wires taped to my chest
reveal ocean sounds swishing
rhythmically and without ceasing.
I am not sure whether my tide is in or out,
but I lie here listening to my own
private heart swooshes,
remembering to breathe,
trying to pray.
This is new territory.
Once I took for granted
my heart would always beat.
Once I paid no attention
when an occasional flutter
like a swarm of moths
paused in my chest for a brief rest.
Now I know there is this ocean sound
and I am the beach,
longing for the waves to last forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem that reminds of of life's fragility (and our futile desire to conquer it) in a conversational but powerful way. The first line is a brilliant set-up. -LP