then I hit a rising row of waves
then unswervingly forward I grabbed the salty
mass of water ravenously pushing into the foamy
swirl under the water I didn’t dare to spy on the
cosmos of fish crabs plants stones shells
I was afraid that salt would sting my eyes
I don’t open them in the Tisza either where sand
would make them sore and I could hardly see anything
so I imagined the forms under surface like I imagine
my intestines the planets weary of swimming
I glanced at the army of waves towering before me
the Adriatic spread before me as a crinkling carpet
but it wasn’t myself but the Adriatic that I saw
in its turquoise pattern I learned to swim
in the drifting Tisza I was averse to the
strong flow until I got attuned to it floating
in the sea as if my muscles were melting
my bones permeated with the Adriatic
like ink on a moistened piece paper
I blurred into blue specks lying flat on the water
exposed to the sun for minutes
then I threw myself towards a rising
wave water was lapping me my skin began to stir
going further away from the shore when I heard
my daughter calling I turned
back towards the gasping rocks
water slowly calmed down moaning
as I proceeded creating tiny curls
near the knee-high white pebbly beach
my daughter clung on to my neck
and you said I was worried we couldn’t see you anywhere
as if you were taken by the waves
at home I was feeling my whole body
for hours the bare sea is a smoothly
droning artery everywhere
you said and I like someone who forgot his
mother tongue could not speak suddenly
salty flakes grew on my tongue
it squirmed in my jaws
wanted to break loose splintering
the skull-aquarium
to devour devour devour your tongue
your ear your creepy-crawly neck
with intensifying waves of twitches
as a shell between your thighs flowing
into a rosy bay