A coin is plunked into the water,
It sinks and glints in the depth
Of about four fathoms or more…
A mother fastens her infant secure on her back.
Amidst the foamy waves,
Their tanned skin glistens in the sun…
A breath-full they fill their lungs,
And the grotesque form
Slips into the clear blue;
A dance-like silhouette
Slithering deeper and deeper,
Effortless, it lives there
For a minute then two…
Until the glint disappears.
And the mother and child resurface,
With the small wooden boat they rejoin,
In the baby’s little hand was the coin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Smart kid grabbing for the coin