And so we keep this distance
letting the wind bring the words
for no heart is an island—
beast devouring all our hopes.

Even the waves hear our pains,
bringing a salty embrace
of unbordered remembrance.
For how can you recall love

like a red coral buried
long ago in some unmarked
beach of childhood memory?
Perhaps, just as you say, ours

is but a moment when time
stops to let the wind and
the waves rest. And the coral,
finding its way in our hearts

attune us to the rhythm
of the unforgetful sea.
And we get carried away
to the incalculable.