if there is nobody
to contemplate it
to lick its salt and to bring back
the discarded whales
to be vulnerable and small
to be swept with a single wind gust
a single wave to cover it whole
and carry it away
what is it for
if there is nobody
the ocean hangs on your little finger
–Петя Хайнрих
(Petja Heinrich),
translated from the Bulgarian
by Katerina Stoykova-Klemer,
The Season of Delicate Hunger
(Accents Publishing)