calabash of life | whisper your secrets in breath | of birth and of death
Clover turns over | summersaults in her belly | she’s getting ready
your son grows tired | of you moving on | without saying goodbye
now you dwell mainly there | just one foot in this world | here people wait
she is in between | worlds that call to her to wait | the seen and unseen
be-at-ti-tude | supremely blessed is she | with every heart-beat
in complex shedding | of bird's finery we see | the simplicity
he won't let her go | no matter how hard she tries | to pull away
citrus and terracotta | jasmine stars explode | their scent's earth and sky
she is still here | sometimes she opens her eyes | as if she’s only slept |
not in that way when one’s self | travels to the unseen
the nature of things | being in the moment | a dance between raindrops
preparing to live | parents make nests for their egg | swollen with pride
moving through the aperture | of life and death | a love labor
union in sound | drum voices thunder singers | spiral in motion
pastel skies that pass | days fly by fast flapping wings | as time moves on
sensuous pieces | that fit together | an elaborate puzzle
an almost baby | sleeps dreams and swims inside her | she prays for the best |
all life has to offer | a blue child being born green
madrugada calls | sleep talk she thinks is a dream | it's him from afar
new moon intentions | a wish and invocation | your heart's desires
sun breaks through to find | brain fog that refuses to | burn off
baby overwhelm | a child trying to raise one | young woman alone
silly assumptions | about appearances | a game of all wrong
Clover dreams color | sees the world through mother’s eyes | visions the future
his mom's on her journey | he saw E on the corner | dressed in red and black |
sharp and dapper lookin' | all pied piperish | but he don't want her to go |
not even with E | who's showin' the road | no she was the first woman |
who ever loved him | though like BB say | she could be jivin' too
niño Fidencio | de agave espadín | medicina viva
the last was the first | on his mind he closed/opened | listened with his heart
watery spirit | now you see there now you don't | moving between worlds
a molehill sometimes | a mountain to be climbed | feelings magnified
another run | a chance at a different life | beginning again
Bree because you're free | you climb and tear down their hate | decry their limp rag |
symbol of supremacy | of cowards that have no hearts
Poems copyright © 2015 Odilia Galván Rodríguez. All Rights Reserved.
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