I am a Bird

I am a Bird

When the sun starts to hide

when it sinks parsimoniously

like a burned-out fire at the bottom

of the immense chalice

of sleeping water

I start singing and become a black-whiskered vireo

on the trembling branch of a mangrove

moved by the breeze shaking bathed leaves

by the last glimmer of twilight water

I sing to the jumping fish

They rise to the surface

sweetened by my trills

of slow sunsets hidden

in the thicket of the

agonizing horizon