ARPOADOR

I only wish to stay alone inside the poem, the poem

alone inside the sea, the sea alone inside the windy night.

After the night, sunshine dragging the light in the water toward the sky,

the noisy crowd walks out from the expanse of sand to breathe.

After breathing for a bit the tiny crowd goes back to the noisy sand,

and another day, the sun is dragged underwater by the horizon.

The sea swims out of the night, the poem swims out of the sea,

I swim out naked from the poem and into another poem.