נפתלי פרימור, שירתי

In the meadow facing the Atlantic Ocean
In the early morning
It's impossible to distinguish the water from the air
I put down my bed
Its legs firmly embedded in the meadow's mud
The tide is coming below my pillow
It carries minnows shrimps and octopi
Sometimes an unidentified thing is on the move
It carries no scientific name
Probably never seen before
Transparent life is passing by
My name is one of many

In the meadow of life.