Monday, June 21, 2010

Bestiary # 1



Bestiary # 1





Bestiary


Today I took pleasure in distance,
seated alone in the willow forest,

eating rice with honey and milk,
then sleeping with the lights off.

I didn't dream about toads lurking
behind doors, or dead fish

in plastic bags. I didn't hide toys
in the closet, or matches, or candles.

It's not that I don't love you, Daddy.
It's that you created the distance

with your regimented humiliation.
I approached you as a hummingbird

only to feel winter’s frost.
A cardinal sang magical melodies,

kept me alive. I cured my injuries
as I could, and if unable

I gnawed, burned, spat,
covered with garlic and mud.

Yet the best herbarium was time
and distance—the most spectacular
of all my acts of wizardry.  



©  Sergio A. Ortiz, June 21, 2010

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