in this endless sea that is a sea no more

hidden under the smoke of the great illusion
under the american windmill
under the beating wing of night

is a place you can forget that you
are human – and godwit, snipe and lapwing
that you are breath – and grass, and air, and history

what does that leave?

a moment within a moment, no more, a wave
within a wave, a comma, a promising start –
to do it all differently

put two shells next to each other, hearts touching
and look, you’ve made two wings

Translation: David Colmer