In a Boat

I sit quietly in a little boat
And look into the deeps
To me it is, as if with endearing sounds
The voices of my sisters call.

They misunderstand, taunt me
The other children of men,
I am fragile, easily wounded,
So strange, timid and blind.

How they pull me from the world and light,
Into the immeasurable deeps,
I have certainly arisen from out of the ocean depths
And have never forgotten them.

-Mia Holm
translated by Joe Bandel