“Gloria a esas manos aborígenes porque trabajaban.

Gloria a esas manos negras porque trabajaban.

Gloria a esas manos blancas porque trabajaban.”

Juan Antonio Corretjer

there among the moon

and sun

Iguanaboina signaled

my arrival

i had found the cave

the serpent and

a stone from which Atabey

drilled and looked through

the hole

Inriri carved my future

existence

in the clouds there were dreams

and in the bite

of the reptile-cobra

those dreams

became a sounding conch

the owls regained

their razor-slit eyes

and my life was set free

free to worship flamboyant trees

and dualities

© Sergio A. Ortiz Feb, 2010