I Feel Nostalgic for That Present
And when I bow
over the nursery of my baby, to give it
a kiss, unexpectedly nostalgia
overwhelms me, I get teary
for the sweetness of this moment
which I am about to experience
whole.
Could it be possible?
Yeah, it seems so
since another poem spoke of it
in the past.
(Isn’t this nostalgia for the present?
The absolute
wild ache for the distance
between you and the body you embrace,
the abyss that suckles
on your beloved?)
Now, the presence of that poem
stopped being present after all
and when I felt the nostalgia
of another present
of that nostalgia
I felt nostalgic.
Libros Libertad 