Category: Poetry

Gaudi Twilight

Comes the azure
And the lavender
With a twilight calm
While Gaudi
My new friend
Beckons me
From near
And afar

Have you ever wondered
What it might be like
To get trampled
By a caterpillar?

Among the oppressed
Expressions of resistance
Become the everyday

The struggle continues
Outside the halls of learning
Where words are emblazoned
Even shouted in the square
Beyond the walls designed
To confine them

Oh, darling
Across these many miles

I have the touch of your words
On my heart
The touch of your voice
In my mind
The touch of your spirit
On my soul

But what I want
Is the touch of your hand
On my flesh

Come back to me, my love
I miss your presence
With all my being

Café por favor

The regular stop
In the deep of the night
Homeward bound

Warmed inside

I am but a blur
Passing through the periphery
Of this world of men

Until their eyes
Are trained on me
And I become a creature
Of penetrating interest

A creature
Which is not me
At all

Better the blur

A place in the world
Embattled and oppressed
Like so many other
Places in the world
Nonetheless
Vibrant, passionate, alive

I see the world
In ways my ancestors
Could not imagine

But I wonder too
At the worlds now gone
I cannot imagine

Sometimes
It’s a blur
All of it
As if through a window
Stained by fog and rain

A beautiful blur
For which clarity
Is not always
An improvement