The poem was inspired by my stay on the Waya Waya sailing ship from 23 July to 5 August 2023, between Olbia and Cagliari, Italy.
To Whom we belong (Wem wir gehören)
Right of way that crosses my land
clutched in the wind beforehand;
marked milestones of its dominion
reckon only full possession.
Breathless crickets, mammals in lair,
in trepidation at the roaring air.
Shape tress, carve cliffs, whet stone,
rearing the dark sea’s whistling groan.
The prickling whirl of sands that graze
seizes my mind in dusted haze.
Hushed tones set away from hail
Sea’s memories covered with silken veil.
– to Evelina
Written by François-Xavier Viallon
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