When it rains this incessantly in the mountains
and water starts dripping inside the house and the leak
increases and the sink gets blocked up and overflows,
when this insistent noise does not leave up
of water penetrating everything and rolling about,
I feel a total and violent lack of protection
and I feel myself being dissolved as well
in this flooded house, I do not believe
myself solid: I go floating
like an inconstant wave in the current.
Fróes, Leonardo “The Catcher in the Persimmons”. Ottawa: FlipSide, 2017. p.03. Translation by Rob Packer.