In the pursuit of pleasure
(or the relief of pain),
they abuse their leisure
and then return to work again.
In the pool when the water is clear
a thousand activities appear;
a network of looking, seeing, willing;
of turning, diving, chasing, catching, killing.
Nowhere is there a place where one might hide
when everywhere is bright and clear inside.
A wind blows and the surface now confuses,
reflects the sky
and “I” and “My”
– opaque and deviant excuses;
a wind of words.