by Isabela Basombrío Hoban
Ever since I saw that cloud drifting along the palm of your hand
The moon eclipses
The wind calms
Everything is music
With
Realization
With
Satisfaction
With
A wall of ashes
Ashes that dance in the air
Ashes that cloud my vision
Ashes whose remains
Remain
A response
A resistance
To that
Climate that you carry
Inside of you
This poem went astray
And that cloud turned into
Flowing water
From:
The collection: Nothing belongs to everyone (Nada pertenece a todos). Ediciones Vitruvio, Madrid, Spain.
Last updated April 08, 2024