Classic Poem

Things we'll donate to the world:
our kiss,
our embrace,
our gaze in a forest of strawberries and waterfalls.
Your hands,
your feet,
your once long hair,
and the beginning without end
of your shelter …

Everything,
our gestures,
our words,
the narrow door
protecting the house
from the ocean,
the high green peak
scaled
one afternoon
amidst rain and rocks
The entire world
able to reveal a grain of flour
on your skin
or a single breast
Wind, shore, a pink snail,
the heavy flower cupped in my hands

Bright root, I call you.
From my feet to my ribs,
anchor of my joy.

Remember all the roads?
Time always
burning
and flying
to separate us?

Things now with random schedules
Ancient clouds from another existence
Everything fills the pauses and shadows
we give to the world every second