The sea of Hemingway has slept

The sea of Melville has slept

The sea of Conrad has slept

The sea of Rorty has slept

Only the sea of Andersen remains awake

Under the moonlight, the sea

Silent as a glowing bronze mirror

Breathes evenly

Softer than clouds

Lighter than the wind

In the far distance, someone awakens

The banker awakens

The white-collar class, in their high-heeled leather shoes, awakens

The worker, having shed his sweat-stained overalls, awakens

The politician, roaring into the microphone, awakens

Both sides at the negotiation table awaken

They all awaken, becoming single-celled organisms

As the moonlight brightens

Tie your skate laces

On the mirror-like sea surface

Let’s all dance together

This hand holds that hand

That hand holds this hand

Forming a great circle

Swirling, jumping

A grand turn in the circle

The moonlight grows brighter through the night

Laughter spreads farther and farther

The sea dreams

Returning to its childhood in the dream

Primitive single-celled organisms within her

Breathing rhythmically, orderly

Even breaths

Softer than clouds

Lighter than the wind