A LITTLE DELAY
At the last moment, when you thought that he would
be crashed at the bottom,
the clatter created by the speed of his fall transcended
into a smooth light, while at the same time he had
the premonition that the concealing, the suffocating
would become the wide open and free flowing.
A wide plain was spread out there, at the bottom
of the precipice,
musical hills, trees as if kneeling from the weight
of their fruit,
the green shine of the grass that grew ephebic hairs
on the legs of statues.
Therefore, just a little patience, a momentary delay
just enough so he can take off his gloves and shake
our hand, flesh on flesh.
Libros Libertad 