~for Sofia~
stairway
stone and narrow
leads up around
out of sight–
sparrows like handfulls of
words tossed to the winds
as morning comes in
long fingers between
curtains and the sill–
touch my skin
Magdalena
your face is serene
palms pressed together
what do you see?
hidden
under the splendor of
churches
make your way
through these houses
take away–
memory
is a veil
and i am naked
in a panic
to keep fear
away
and words are bottles
moving with the tides–
and i am smoke
dissipating across miles
Magdalena
what do you see?
Magdalena
to make your face
so serene? –
while skies divide
rage and ignorance,
pierce through with light
olive tree
teach me to stand
(olive tree)
silently