A song for the clock and the wind (Canción del reloj y el viento)

Here is a poem from my Dad’s book Urgent poetry (Poesía de urgencia) for those who, like me, are saying: “OMG I can’t believe it’s already March!”

A song for the clock and the wind (Canción del reloj y el viento)

Just the solitude, the needle of insomnia and memory.

Things, words worn out in another time.

The people who lived beside me some time,

those who still walk with me and

those who occupied the years that are now memories.

The plenitude of the instant in which I draw myself together

between two ideas I heard from your lips,

the ‘good night’ of the day that finished

and the daily good morning.

I hear the clock certain of its duty.  The hands run

and insomnia does not manage to catch their motion.

Wind goes by and knocks on the window.  Love destroys the roofs.

A song travels with the wind.

There will be a dark sky and many stars outside.

A light rain falls.  It is the morning dew.