Circles with No Center

Sky sponge,
green flesh of the sea,
I had to travel
along your smooth tracks.

Ahead, roads
not for walking parted;
alongside, highways
for navigating opened;
and behind, routes for
retracing the way
led off.

Long nights and days
a prow cut you ceaselessly
but your center never changed,
green circle of the sea.

My flesh didn’t want to burn
on your cold emerald.
My heart turned green
as the flesh of the sea.

I said to my body: Be reborn!
To my heart: Don’t stop!
My body longed to put down roots,
green roots into the sea’s flesh.

The boat that carried me
knew only how to weigh anchor,
but the body containing me
remained ecstatic on the sea.

Circles circled above
and circles rose from the depth of the sea;
fishes lifted their heads
and started to yell.