Anesthetize Poem by Margarita Sabuero

Oh not because of Oblivion!
-for if it was a cry
of a soul, deaf and mute
time passess
slowly, meandering and
pierces the heart with longing


Oh not because of Melancholy!
-for if it was a voice
of a soul, dull and dry
space, consumes
hasty, chasing and
snatches the mind from logic

But of escaping stillness!
-being here is so much
seeing infinite moments
aligned, holding, waiting
to be forgotten or to be made

(I let go)

But of Wandering!
-step one foot and another and another!
diving into its arms, venturing, touching
pushing echoes of another time.
This is the beginning!

(Its crowded arms embraces me and I ran)

But of Freedom!
-the lights, the street lights
are salt to my emptiness

But of Owning!
-the noise, the street noise
are music to my will


But of Exhaustion!
-the panting, the sprain, the sleeping legs
are evidences of my devotion
But of Silence, My calmness



(I could not hear you)