I Saw the Mermaids Poem by Nurit Zarchi

What's left after long walks
In circles? Learning to cuddle yourself
Everything that strikes, children, man or wind
All turns into foam. On the seashore, breakers swallowed their highs
The wave vomited the old mermaids
Heavy from shells and bones, too bubbly to be loved
Unlike the seals, beneath their dignity
To shout from abyss.
They're hushed better than the mortar's rocks,
They frequently climb upon on the ocean's parietal.
Like turtles drying out in the sun turned over on their backs,
And their blue leaks out and fills the sea,
Now you know.