— Mostly they aren’t from birds— The fish’s diaphanous embryo
Passes milky and unchanging into the light
Too small to have shape
And it doesn’t cause fear
If swimming you see down below the dark
Shape of the fish
It doesn’t matter that slipping from touch it escapes
It is slightly more dense than the flavor of the sea
It amasses the sea
Struggling to push it out it slowly takes shape
Later it plays
In moments of stillness it leaps from the water
Shimmering
As if the sea were tasting the sun again.

*From the “Diary of Age” (“Ημερολόγιο της Ηλικίας”). Μετάφραση από τα Ελληνικά / Translation from Greek: Karen Emmerich