The lake expands
This is no ordinary ebb and flow;
while some lakes recede from
geography and flow into history, one lake expands daily.
It expands a foot in height and width, even more in depth.
The divers have given up on all attempts to reach its bottom,
fearing they’ll get to the center, or even to the other side of earth.
Archeologists have started to boast that they
are sure to find there the first home of the first people.
Yet, further than the deep, expands
the endless silence and the endless blue;
all the things spilled in there, never stop it
from being even more blue, more clear, more transparent every new morning.
The blue of the lake expands together with the
blue of the frescoes and the skies. It expands together with the silence.
No matter how loud, noisy or blaring we are in the night,
the lake gets even more quieter and calmer each morning. The waves
have become silent, quieter than the beating of
a sleeping heart. The silence is expanding to the other side of earth.
© translated by Milan Damjanoski