Tide Woman

in honor of Marina Marino

I move sea

High tide, I'm

Mar rengua volto

Marolo love

Sea diving

Sea wave swimming

Deep sea buoy

Marejo dor

I throw myself into the sea.

I feel the crest sea

Sea tube hill

Marcejo fulgor

Sea address

High seas inland

shallow sea

Steam murmur

I am strange to the sea.

Strong sea dance

Slow sea, I stay

Hammer vigor

Madrugo mar

Weak sea kiss

Blessed sea, I cry

Sailor's ardor

— Mira: a tide woman!

No, thousands.

Women of the mornings

Women of brands

Mornings at sea

We marched on the sea.

The sea rises far away.

The sea comes down close

We set the value.

Mundane

Stained

Maritime

Millennia

Monumental

No margins

We are free.

Poem published in Aspas Duplas Magazine, issue 6, 2026. Available at: https://heyzine.com/flip-book/e85b7144e5.html#page/58