ALTERNATION Poem by Gloria Posada

Where to find something
other than days
or nights
dawn or dusk
In this peregrination
through sunny and shadowy paths

Every glow
is born and dies
in world and bodies
Its ruins
beat in the blood

Cold or heat
take our nakedness
Without shelter
or sweat or tears
they quench fatigue and thirst

From beginning to end
Moon
Sun
Stars
Earth . . .

When we close our eyes
with the last breath
the silence
tells us