Being and having
A little bit of patience and gudgeons appear,
they’re going to nibble at my toes. Beside me the bushes
are chirping. On the bank a lizard crawls
under the stones (it’s small and brown). From the bank
a wind blows, the conversation carries from the footbridge.
In it there’s talk of world order: “If I
had six fingers on one hand then I’d
have to cut one off”. And the fish keep on nibbling away
as if it were all they’d ever done.
© translated by Antonia Lloyd-Jones