My brother said to me
I should write it all down,
But when I was talking with him
About this stasis and my flooding mind,
we were walking
In a grove of pecan trees
In the valley of the Rio and
I forgot to tell my brother that
I can’t write it all down
Until I find the words in my head,
Not rustling like butterflies
Under old cottonwoods along
The river, walking with you
Hito, along the
Rio Grande
Hito, I say
Some years ago you gave me advice
As always, as it’s always been,
You tell me things I need to know
Have you words again?
I turn out the light, no new day coming on yet, just
This day ending
And for some seconds
Everything twinkles, points of light
I guess, leftover from taking in
Sun, clear high blue sky, heat
Harbinger of solstice
Still a promise only felt,
Sparking all around in the dark that
Quickly gathers in a room screened
Open to the pulsing night
Outside my bedroom window
The sky is plush and deep,
Like the rolling marine when the
Only light left somewhere in the North Atlantic
When we were sailing in my dreaming
Is what silver taps
The tips of waves in moonlight
Here, the patch of moon
Without my spectacles on appears
Like quartered, silvering gold hanging
A fire in far sky
I think for a moment that
You are under this sky too
Just some things I wanted to tell
You, Hito
No worrying sense of them,
There never has been
Tu me manques
