I Am Translated

I went for a swim with Julie the other day. It was cool and blissful - about the same water temperature as the day in spring when I took a call from photographer Alex Ramsay He rang to let me know we'd been offered an opportunity in Salt, Girona, at the Casa De Cultura Les Bernardes (CCLB) to exhibit Os - a collection of Alex's exquisite black and white photos of bones and my poems written in response.I took Alex's call on my Bluetooth earbuds while swimming head-out-of-the-water breaststroke which added to my sense of being translated, suddenly and unexpectedly, into glamour. "This is what it must feel like to be a star," I thought. Everything about our journey to Girona for the launch of the exhibition last month felt like being suspended in good fortune, fun, and generous kindness. We were held up by forces I only partially understand: all travel arrangements made for us; a taxi to meet us at the airport; a fine hotel; dinners of delicious tapas and wine; profound and light-hearted…