( english translation of the poem "Hunas" by Genica Mijarez)
you can't hear
the silent muttering
of the sea everytime
it curls up to
the edge of the land.
from afar, a fisherman's
lamp is a flickering speck
sporadically concealed
by darkness
as the waves whisper,
a dream sails
with the monsoon wind.
it will take a long stride
through the shoals
to reach a distant sea...
only, in the twilight
a boat lugs
a fitful bounty
impassioned with
the salty water's
biting and tender embrace
