The sea is watching
us as we
watch it.
The sea is stupendous
we are amazed at it.
It isn’t
impressed much with us.
We sit speechless.
Two humans unable to communicate.
The sea laughs
when a seagull
shits on us.
You curse.
“It could be worse! ”
I say.
“How? ”
you snap.
“It could have rained! ”
The thunder claps
like an impresario
and the rain as if
on curtain call
hits its cue and
falls...falls...falls.
“Oh...balls! ”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When I saw your title I thought maybe you knew my 9th grade basketball coach (that was his favorite expression) . But I got into your writing and really enjoyed its rhythm and timing. And I liked the mirrored interrelations of sea with people, contrasted with that of people with each other. Really kept my interest all the way through.