Imagine
that they name a boat after you
It sails
every day on the Vltava river
making
waves reflected by the walls of the Kampa island
And you
are eternal
At least
for about fifty years
All your
desires and hopes and the tremor eating you
you can
drown them in the river
Even
your body if you want
Then you
can stop strolling at the riverbank
and
watching the seagulls so longingly
If they’d
name a boat on the Vltava river after you
you’d finally
be able to do anything.
