Tag: German Dario

migrations/departures

migrations/departures

lines everywhere

in our path

in our words

in how we touch

each other

and the other


questions on travel:

              who beckons the sun’s return?

              what marks the hour?

              do minutes make it late?


someone told us [the uprooted]

today       your tongue will march backwards

                            it will turn a bow in its nest

and you will go thirsty

unless you learn a new name     for everything


and of your name     once melody

now cog grinding away

in a production     maquina


questions on time:

              are there still seven days?

              or one family with seven names?


where are the lines      we must avoid?

so traps don’t trigger a snag 


lines

              everywhere

a noise      demarcating      sleep from fright


a metal centipede devouring horizons

hides stowaways yearning     needing

to blur lines


we are all stowaways

              unannounced

              we come and depart

swaddled in swaths of wind

and flag

NOVUS Literary and Arts Journal
Lebanon, TN