translated from the Catalan by Peter Bush
Little remains.
We were very near.
Nothing remains.
—Fran García
Group of individuals
who inhabit the depths of the sea
hanging
in the substrata
or slipping along the surface.
Benthic species, by name.
With two big eyes giving them
excellent vision
changing shape and texture
all dependent on what luck brings
Why speak of octopus if I want to speak of the shipwrecked?
Men and women who float in the sea
like colored buoys
In one year, two thousand six hundred buoys:
the same number as inhabitants of my village
There’s no shore to bring them close, deep
shadows dreaming of another promised
land and cursing.
Copyright © 2024 by Peter Bush. Originally published in The Common (Issue 28). Used with the permission of the poet and The Common.