I picked up dry pebbles from the beach at Salvo
and suddenly I felt as fond of them
––of them, and the slender pine,
and everyone else there, and the sea,
which is powerful indeed, but very lonely––
as if we were all orphans from the same home,
all yearning to believe in each other,
as if what I have waited for
was just now beginning to sing.
-adaption of a few lines by Adam Zagajewski
