By Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
Safe From the World
Under a somber cloud I hear a distant echo from the waves at sea. Deep in the ocean or just half the way, a whole new world exists. Great giant fish thrive there. The sun is just a white speck in the sky. The waters are cool and vast. There is a city in the deep waters safe from the world above.
At the Foot of Night
At the foot of night the tortured stars hid behind tall trees crying out for day. Late morning, a sun, burning, golden in the horizon shined light like lasers. The tall trees burned, wept like human souls in search of relief. The sun does not weep. It feels no thirst for a drop of water.
Do Not Bring Death to Life
Do not bring death to life. The dying light would rebel. The empty streets would increase by one. Freed death would silence your lips. Do not bring death to life. Something bad would happen. The vibrant would turn into a shadow of themselves. Oh, oh death, don’t take our freedom. Do not take our love away. Wait until Spring, centuries from now.
After Vicente Aleixandre The cardinal comes to the window. It peeks in and peers all around. Its pierce alone could shine a light on a shadow. The red feathers are majestic. Its cold stare is serious and inquisitive. I imagine a dark sea in its left eye and the bottom of the sea in its right eye. There is no fear in this bird. I picture it flying over seaweeds and illuminated by a setting sun and anointed by the holiest of waters.
I fell into a soft river. Slowly I found its bottom. Below bottom was another river. Around the river was a place of deep peace. I felt its rhythm consuming me.