The Dolphins by Sandrina Kömm
World is what you swim in, or dance, it is simple.
We are in our element but we are not free.
Outside this world you cannot breathe for long.
The other has my shape. The other’s movement
Forms my thoughts. And also mine. There is a man
And there are hoops. There is a constant flowing guilt.
We have found no truth in these waters,
No explanations tremble on our flesh.
We are blessed and now we are not blessed.
After travelling such space for days we began
To translate. it was the same space. It is
The same space always and above it is the man.
And now we are no longer blessed, for the world
Will not deepen to dream in. The other knows
And out of love reflects me for myself.
We see our silver skin flash by like a memory
Of somewhere else. There is a coloured ball
We have to balance till the man has disappeared.
The moon has disappeared. We circle well-worn grooves
Of water on a single note. Music of loss forever
From the other’s heart which turns my own to stone.
There is a plastic toy. There is no hope. We sink
To the limits of this pool until the whistle blows.
There is a man and our mind knows we will die here.