Poem by Anna Leader (Luxembourg)
Published in The Ofi Press issue 41
Poem selected by Georgina Mexía-Amador for the Ofi Press/ YPN collaboration competition
Image: "Ripples of Colour" by Scott Cresswell.
the rising sun
this is a dream: he and i
swim lazy circles in brackish water,
trace pictures in the waves
that don’t dissolve. on the beach
there are two boats; their curved structures
made from thick tusky bones.
it feels strange to step inside
what was an animal. will it float,
i wonder, a boat of bones
and nothing else, but it does float,
and we push away from the shore
with a fat white stick each
that sinks into the gurgling sand.
he pushes his boat toward mine,
to be funny—the bones interlock
like nervous fingers and sigh
themselves some inches down in the water.
i make a face and wave my stick.
he laughs, reminds me this is a dream
and we punt the boats,
slowly, out to the sun.