[the water floating by is the water] Poem by Els Moors

the water floating by is the water
I can see
the boat in which I lie rocks
with my legs over the side
I almost sail into a bank

there is a tree on a plain behind me
there is a tall sky above us

with my head stretched back
I wait for an echo
from the walls of the houses
I pass by
where they will all gaze through the windows

where red and green fireworks are
dragged upwards one by one

Translated by Willem Groenewegen