Grandfather Crocodile

By Xanana Gusmão

For Marta B. Neves, Lisbon

The legend says
and who am I to disbelieve!

The sun perched atop the sea
opened its eyes
and with its rays
indicated a way

From the depths of the ocean
a crocodile in search of a destiny
spied the pool of light, and there he surfaced

Then wearily, he stretched himself out
in time
and his lumpy hide was transformed
into a mountain range
where people were born
and where people died

Grandfather crocodile

— the legend says
and who am I to disbelieve
that he is Timor!

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