Wave
Since things concede I ask myself
to be the size of a wave by measure
Since the cause of love is the biggest
figure that gets bigger by words
So do order and feeling
design the figure of a wave
And then the wave curls fills breaks
in the exercise itself closing the
brim
Free at last it abounds already done
and in the glass it falls in its fall
Since I see it and concede myself to it
in that movement I ask for its size
-- fiama (translated from the
portuguese)
a birthday gift to my friend anna (who started this
thread).
much love, fátima
chance is the only thing that doesn't happen by chance