The Waves

The Waves

The body
is wakeful space
in translation,
inexhaustible tension
between outside and inside.

There are no shores
to contain the storms
and inward darkness
of its sweeping winds.

The body does not know
the extent of its inner anger.
The waves expel
and everything is erased.

I refuse to see
the empty corners
of my frame.
In its translations
I'm still a child.