In Submission To My Time Poem by Sami Gjoka

Eating, sliced, watermelon
That we bought from the stand,
In a lovely slow motion,
From her fingers, from her hand,
We are heading to the ocean
Through umbrellas in the sand.

We felt tired from walking
Took our sandals from our feet,
Let the salty, cold water,
Splashing in unsteady beat,
To each naked, happy stroller
Reach our toes and lick our heat.

Nothing special to remember
Nothing new in this land
If you ever met a vendor
All the vendors are the same.

Filled with glory of devotion
I am diving in your eyes.
There is not a single ocean
Matching you in depth or size,

I am glad and I am humble
In submission to my time
That has chosen from the bundle
The most lovely to be mine.