Anxious Poets Society
Fishermen by Peter Siska
We are still waiting.
A sound mind is: oblivion,
says a man.
Grinning,
he’s eating his fish
raw.
It’s noon,
The sun is not moving above
anymore.
Doldrums,
living, salty air.
The murmur of the waves.
He will return.
I say, but the sound
is not mine
anymore.
The words
just fall out
of my mouth.
I look at the clouds.
The water. The place,
where the sea and the sky
are one.
Where everything
cleans into silence.
Peter Siska was born in 1984 in Hungary. He graduated from the University of Miskolc, now working as a literature teacher in a high school. He has published his poems, among others, in Tiszatáj, Ezredvég, Ex Symposion, Opus literary journals and several anthologies. His first volume of poems, entitled A rend, amiről a tárgyak beszélnek (The order that the objects are talking about) was published in 2021 by the renowned publisher Parnasszus in Hungary.