We will start again
each morning
As if nothing had ever happened
water, fire, twigs
burning the dead wood
instead of invading
other planets
*first posted in July 2021, edited in July 2022
Archives par mot-clé : Peru
what you meant*
What you meant
when you didn’t talk
I listen to the branches
I do not surrender
nor sit back
*first posted in November 2020, edited, in November 2021
A haughty shadow*
a haughty shadow
delineated in Indian ink
appeared in my dreams
speaking a foreign language that
evoked my roots
but felt like thorns
sinking unwittingly
under the skin of origins
*first posted in November 2020
but the wind*
but the wind was gentle
hardly a wind
maybe a breeze
that tamed the sun
lengthened time
stretched, thickened,
behind my wings
*posted first in November 2020
poetry day
looking for (something)
finding (it)
crossing (it) out
reformulating (it)
doing (it) again
finding (it sometimes)