tide stretches, the air circulates without haste,
nothing in this instant alters the certainty of
a flow not be disturbed, the constancy of the
mind destines itself to other places; no longer
the seduction of certain arms tending to
lament, or lips saturated with praise, rather the
steady movement towards the present of dreams
and the water's constant documentation
- Lila Zemborain, Mauve Sea-Orchids
Even while acknowledging the psychological residue of a severe childhood hydrophobia that still lingers in my nerves, Zemborain's combination of aquatic images and bodily sensation feels oddly resonant. Probably because of it, actually. Whatever the cause, her work is beautiful, and I especially enjoyed hearing it read in the original Spanish.
