Water Faun (A Poem)
Emerging from pink water,
surrounded by clams
My black hair and yellow face,
encaced in a white mask
Black slits for eyes
and no holes to facilitate breath
I am numb from being underwater
too long
Dressed in a long, wet
cloak, clinging to my
wet skin
the music of my heart is sweet
the intentions of my hands are merciful
Fishermen and fish are terrified
they run away
Am I a saint or a ghost?
Hallucination or concrete truth?
I am an enigma:
ploughing my way towards
the distance
alone
and in secret.
