That imaginary horizon line now dances, graceful, on a palette of intense blues,
rippled only by a few brushstrokes of clouds and sky,
of waves and the sea that merge and lose themselves in each other and hypnotize the gaze.
The sun, hot, caresses your white skin,
your concentration high in following every movement of your fishing line with your eyes.
Firm hands between the handle and the reel,
muscles ready to intervene.
All of a sudden, the line tightens…
you laugh, contented.
That’s already enough for everyone to render stupendous that perfect day of yours.
(November 2019 – Waiting for meeting Laura…)
English translation: Starleen K. Meyer
original photo: author
Florida, USA, December 2014