Above the stars
Time is motionless. Somehow
stopped. The air is filled to its edge
with cicadas and as we go lower
the ocean recedes.
Above your head the steep cliffs
are dangling all the time. In the end
I just stared at the stars in the ocean
and left my thoughts behind. There was
nothing else for me to do. The beat of the ocean.
Everything is now left to revolve around space.
Because it is everywhere. In every poem touch
above every sky. And that is why the ocean
now keeps the beat. I suddenly think of you.
How would you hold out beside me sitting
in this darkness and looking at the night in the ocean.
Looking at how all the stars will fall into it.
Maybe without a problem. Quiet and happy.
Translated by Ana Pepelnik and Jasmin B. Frelih