My Beach
By Ilse Kramer
Can you hear my voice?
Can you hear the cry of the gull?
Can you hear the tune of the wind?
Can you hear the sound of the sea?
My shoulders are burnt,
Almost the color of rare
Red pieces of sea glass
Found by me in the sand.
The sun has reached
The highest point
So have I.
It is noon, and even the sand is hot
The ice in my has drink
Has dissolved
A child’s yellow ball
Is carried along by the waves.
Can you feel how I melt?
I want to stay me, myself
And be also the wind and the sea
And every grain of sand.
Come take my hand.
Can you hear me?
I know
I sound like a gull.
Even the gulls
Can make music