Tuesday, March 12, 2024

 Pensive and silent is the sea at night;

by the day it was full of rage.
The boats that rocked and the winds that swayed the masts
were like images seen in a dream.
Now the sea is calm
like a thought that wandered and came back tired
to feel its own sound, the whistle of the restless gale.
Here on the shore she would always come
to spend some moments in the thought,
now audible in the starlight and the quiet sea.
Thinking in the presence of the sea
is not a matter of being lonely and sad;
it's a matter of choice,
a matter of feeling
what the sea would feel
when a solitary heron would sail on the wings of some massive cloud
and come to watch with solicitude
the woman and the sea, and the deep calm..
Sushama karnik.
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