Season
This morning I’ll leave
I said
I’ll leave with the first
caw of the rooster
I’ll gather my things
my thoughts, my wants
my lonely body and
I’ll leave since you don’t
care to go with me
the forever traveller with
the gypsy’s heart that orders me
never to settle in one place
not to spread roots like a tree
but like a small bird to travel
from north to south
free in the wind like a ghost
knowing well that a crane
will carry me to my beloved
during the day of reproduction
Libros Libertad 