Fish glide past behind the glass like bags on a carousel.
Barracuda and stingray alongside peaceful gobies
like the shepherds of the flock. It’s hard to believe it:
there’s no one scaring others, no chasing, no consuming.
The secret of this concord is hidden isolation.
The massive tank is split by see-through separators.
The languorous predators cruise around different sectors
from their sisters fragile as tea-trays made of china.
In us too sparks of light live side by side with menace.
Brazenly happiness flashes past gaping shark jaws,
yet they do not devour it – just as if it’s dreaming.
But without being noticed, from the dark-green depths
an elongated shadow rises up and grows,
a solitary sawfish cuts through the thickest glazing.
© translated by Antonia Lloyd-Jones