by Tullio DeSantis, Chinese translation by Jan Walls
I am learning my lessons well.
Reflected in ancient tidal pools
I see how shallow I am.
The numberless stars say
I do not count for much.
The September moon casts sharp pine shadows across my brow.
It is so far above me.
Dolphins smile, knowing they are superior beings.
Eyeing me, they dive deep,
demonstrating I do not see beneath the surface of things.
Even the sand fleas make me twitch like a puppet.
“minimal me” by Tullio DeSantis, Chinese translation by Jan Walls