from Six Basque Poets
Where did they go,
the delirious heartbeats
we said we'd gather as we laughed back then?
Where the portable home
we said we'd build out of ships' carcasses?
Where the new nation
we would decorate with tiger stripes?
Where the landscape we said we'd rob
from the hidey-hole of the past?
Where did that special clock we kept by our first bed go?
Where did we lose the water of mysteries
with which we blessed so many Utopias?
Where did you put the suitcase of the imagination?
What do you keep there now?
© Miren Agur Meabe translated by Amaia Gabantxo