Hello, hello, wave the girls Poem by Nurit Zarchi

no, need for you to be hospitalized its
just a wave, picking us up from the shore
on its rhythms and foams, do understand
everything happens forward -

Hello - the girls echo, no time.
We can no longer see you.
A skyscraper wave approaches us, creeps, folds, swallows
and you can't help it,
can't help a thing, as always.

With your boat made of book pages,
Move back to the shore, go!
The French revolution wasn't about you, mom.
At last you'll get to be an audience, look at us,
they holler from America.
We're all healthy: the kids, the president
all drinking tapioca.

Hush, it's me, in a foreign language
maybe it's impossible to hear me
America is noisy.

Hush the sea line rustles
what am I, a Saint Francis, preaching to
passing seagulls, shells and clarias.
A naked shore starches against me -
Did the new world reach me?