Sunday, July 26, 2009

Homero Aridjis


Sometimes we touch a body and we wake it

and it is a way through the night which opens

to our senses the pulsing of its arms like the sea's

and we love it like the sea

like a naked song

like the only Summer

We say it is light as one says now

we say it is yesterday and other places


we fill it with bodies and bodies

with gulls our own gulls

We go climbing it peak after peak

with ears and roofs and door latches

with hotels and ditches and memories

and landscapes and time and asteroids

We fill it to the brim with ourselves and with soul

with collars of islands and with soul

We feel ourselves living and everyday

we feel ourselves beautiful but shadow

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