One day the Sea called my name.

I remember I stood up in a hurry
like a boy
and undressed myself
and ran to her.

The feeling of water.
The sensation of salt, of seaweed.
Five minutes in the freezing Sea
were a full year in my body.

I can’t remember what happened then.
I walked out of her smiling
tired
with saltpeter memories.

Today
I go to that beach.
Never hear a murmur, a whistle, a sound.
No one calls my name.

But I always come back.