Our Motorboat

The boat’s propeller blades turn, the deep silt of the lagoon rises to the lagoon’s surface — ah! food for the birds! — There is no slingshot at work. Black and white sea swallows, great milk-white storks, many-colored wild ducks come flock after flock flying behind the boat. Their sea breaths mingle with our breaths, they pick up the hidden bits of food. — We can be together. — We can stay together. There is no slingshot at work. The boat’s blades turn, the seabirds come over long distances along with us ...