Games We Play

Playing games in the moonlight
renders moonlight a certain glamour
what color of light could it be?
When I try to open my oven
to heat the place, certain memories of warmth
are brought back to me-
whose place could this be?
Monkey climbs the tree,
a woman sobs alone in her room,
what tree could it be?
Friends greet each other, feed each other courage,
eat together, laugh-what kind of laughter could it be?
Confusion arises, eats the heart,
bad taste rules the world-
a law of nature could it be?
The smart grow silent
-a penny for duality-
the loud tell us what to do-
whose perception could it be?
Loyalty brings rewards
but in times of hardship only instincts remain
whose instincts might they be?

Poem with a Tilde

I feel sad and serious
like little Doņa Infanta entrapped
in a Velasquez painting, watching
my silly royal entourage with distant
and soulful eyes, bending over
a ray of light focused on young princes,
niņos and dueņas, brushing pearls
from my solitary shoulders, hiding their
friendly deceptions in my curls,
waiting for my dwarfs and pleasant servants
to bring me a casual cup of chocolateŠ

I feel sad and serious as if I sent
a fleet of explorers to search out
a new continent, to bring me back fresh
spices, gold idols and a new culture,
the exaggerated insults of foreign kings,
soft robes and unusual toys shaped like
a bleeding human heart, but what they brought me
instead were barbarian shells, symbols of strange Gods
with hollow painted mouths,
all trying to speak something simple and awesome
which recalls a whisper, resembles a howl

Apart

Under your fingers you hide
The infinite and the fire is
Checking the flow of elements in and out---
Strength of the iron man delayed by water
And his grace --- defined by the circumstance
In which he dwells.
Sometimes we become soft like pomegranate,
Sometimes we are eager to fly. What lifts us up
Above the ground is the force
That binds us to good soil and the air,
So we raise our heads above an avalanche
Of public events : sturdy, black and tangible
They pull the strings of
Cosmic unity together
And apart.