Monday, November 8, 2010

NEW POEM

(La concentración del cuerpo, 2007 by Ernesto Nieto)

TRAIN WHISTLES

Our first consciousness is separation
Physical ejection and breathe on your own
But there are arms and faces
to bind the wound of alone

We pretend it will be the same
on the other end of our carnal experiment
People we have missed for decades
will be at the station to greet us

I am not convinced
and even so, I will start the journey
without baggage or company



Copyright Maggie Jochild, 8 November 2010, 11:57 a.m.