They say
that when the Earth spins,
at different moments, cities
lie under the same sky
that there is a place
where the oceans mingle
in shades of blue
that sand landscapes crumble
to teach us the immutable beauty of the rocks
that the butterfly may be born
and die in one day
that the clouds above the sea's horizon
point to the existence of islands
that light sparkles remain in the air
after the fluttering
that something strange happens
when the canoe touches water for the first time
that the hunter will never find his quarry
and feeds on pretenses and shades without knowing
that dead turtles' shells
draw stone patterns
that deserts blossom
to become sand again weeks later
that birds are the first to arrive
at a new island
that the serpent's skin changes
and remains in the mud
while the body glides
that feathers descend from the flight
to remind us that the weightless also falls
that plants have strange forms
of movement and motionlessness
that butterfly cocoons and wings
are traces of the passing time
that another jungle exists in branches
and leaf carpets
that brittle empty eggs from the last hatch
become part of the dust covering everything
that deer horns cannot be devoured
because each being leaves behind some food for the earth
that in each generation
hunters and quarries exchange places
found another jungle
that when the winds come
from the wrong direction
we shall not be able to go back home
that to each of us in our lives
ambushes are laid
until in the last one we perish
that amputated limbs hurt
and can feel the heat
that the temperature will rise
and the drought will kill moisture in soils,
plants, bodies, mouths
that a compass is useless
at the North Pole
that the cold gets into the bones
and one day everyone will unite to stay warm
that no one remembers
what they saw at birth
that the Moon
is a desolate place
Death
is a black-winged cloud
and descends
that in parallel to this world
there are other, narrated ones
the voice creates the invisible
and they say more words
sentences that are oblivion
distance produced
by all certainty
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A creative and compelling rendition written with clarity of thought and mind. An insightful piece of poetry elegantly brought forth in persuasive poetic expressions with conviction. Thanks for sharing, Gloria. Remain enriched.