Archive for January 2010
El Pescador
I am the mountain enclosing her.
Endlessly surrounding her water maze,
I breathe harder and shake to void her
to an Earth less pathetic, more than me.
It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge.
I am the fisherman walking over you,
I need a new way to catch you
and throw you back as I please.
Aimless.
She looks for the opening
somewhere near
the bottom. Failure to achieve this
may cause a life of wonder,
a life uneased.
But she does not look for the answers
because she’ll slowly find a way.