sing to me then, of temple, of light
who enters at every
sudden eruption
of sound and paint
firework and rooftop
barks, responding
through stained glass
where children beside
mothers call back
to running friends
away, away, wait,
espérate
for what stone remembers
what holds her, this
one with his arms
outstretched inside a parade
of brass, drums
his open smile
before the market
inviting strangers
to dance as family
or him crooning ballads
over sales in the street,
or these dogs unmoved
on avenida stones, sharing
space with this man sweeping
what holds still, what will
stay, lo que queda
i want to study in the shadows
of ancient buildings
to study the shadows
of ancient buildings
submit myself
to their long gaze
to arrive so small
and lacking, a scurried
creature between holes
far from this loom
where i rise before the sun
to make, to wait to offer
each one another mouth
in my mouth instead
of the word i meant, unsaid
to chase among the ruins
where no one can
find me
to ask
