FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND 4 by Semen Kirsanov

Suddenly

Suddenly

I am the same age,

as you may,

nimble at riding a bicycle,

at play,

at walking,

and—everywhere lucky.

Leaving barefoot footprints in the sand

for archaeologists and the ages,

we run toward the rising tide.

We plunge into the Ocean wide

We have resolved to swim across the Strait.

Swimming alongside us, vertically,

A marine question mark, basecly,

or a chess knight with sward,

upon which you arrived in the world.

Oh, how  new it feels

to be the same age as you!

Here we are, alone—

an underwater love a few

amidst corals and dim, massive rocks.

We dive once more as flock!

We swim amidst jellyfish and fish,

amidst needles and stars!

And pink hands in the depths,

like seaweed,

reach out toward to my flesh,

Studdenly,

I am the same age

as you. I wish…