Joyous Break
We were all full of joy that morning
oh God, how full of joy.
First, the stones, the leaves and the flowers shone
then the sun
a huge sun full of thorns yet so high up in the sky.
A nymph gathered all our cares and hung them from the trees
a forest of Judas trees.
Young cupids and satyrs played and sang there
and you could see rosy limbs among the black laurels
flesh of little children. We were full of joy all morning long
the abyss was a closed well
where the tender hoof of a young faun pounded
you remember its laughter: how full of joy we were!
Then clouds, rain and the moist soil
you stopped laughing as you laid down in the hut
and opened your large eyes gazing at
the Archangel practicing with a fiery sword.
‘Inexplicable’ you said ‘inexplicable’
‘I don’t understand people
no matter how much they play with colors
they all remain black.’
Libros Libertad 