They give their boats the names
of unruly daughters who strain at the leash
to dance with the wind.

A storm is gathering if one believes
what yesterday promised,
visibility was so good it got lost somewhere

like some interest never satisfied,
a fisherman bales water from the bilge
of the open hull in order not to have

to spend even a single day on land,
where holidaymakers wait to see what's to become of him.

Translated by Hans-Christian Oeser and Gabriel Rosenstock