Where Once the Waters of your Face: Response

Where Once the Waters of your Face: Response


Damn your dry eyes! Damn your unforgiving glance!
We divers need not bear the tides in frequent doses;

Here, splash your corralled beds and green fruit,
while children frolic with their shadows:

Say boo and we progenitors unwind the woven seine
you imagine you thought up, brought home as souvenir –

Fishermen will cast their nets, believing or not,
And I will eat their catch while you wish for sacred tears.