In Hrana’s painting, you are brown, smiling, zaftig,
a sheaf of wheat for the goats in each hand.
My sister from ancient times. Queen of Heaven!
Mother of the Sea!
Author: Annelinde Metzner
Evening at the beach,
six of us sing with delight, pouring ourselves into the surf, Aphrodite’s lacy foam blessing us.
Two turn back to home, because today, just this day, this Sunday June evening full of light, is the perfect day for wind.
Two bright rainbow kites, one short, one long, unfurl into the sky as if born there.