Un colobrí once told me,
“Know what you want then break it into pieces”
There’s all of this life in between
Like, hands full of honey comb
Symmetry and mess, apetitite and eyes
Intricacies and tickets
Intineraries and silence
Sounds
Signs
And trains
But there are so many lessons to learn
The colobrí told me,
“Begin from the end have faith you’ll stumble your way backwards,
wondering what those moments were in amusement”
Like, if you looked at life through light in a microscope
You’ll see so many stars
Relax and find the link between you and everything else
Roots been working networks
Netting worth for the land walkers
Wedged in between like a balloon on a long string
Tethered in todler palms & lolipop-sticky,
still chances are slim
You’ll meet your freedom suspended
JUST WAIT!
The trees know as they watch
weather the storms, wait for winter to give its all
They wait
Then things get better
We’ve heard it all before they say
Broken bottles, broken trust
Inteneraries
Tickets, intricate silence
The train arrives, we go
So know you’re connected like the nets of the pescaderos
Men who trust the sea more than sandals
A stay in Taganga, learning to wait
Watching seconds like when you are in love
We know enough is never enough
So we drink the moment full
You are your own love story first
So love your story if you are here to tell it
Because the roots of the untold tales reside in amber bones and they know justice
just their voice with the winds as an instrument to share a struggle
Growing, shedding, breaking casing fighting for air
Pressing up, poking and prodding, shimmying and darting
to break soil
to break barriers of rocks and flood rains
to meet the season and sun in the right moments like
a hope to breathe
to find some respiration still
to have breath, space
and let alone a self awareness of a voice beating at oxygens’ door to live
to let roots run deep enough to raise the hands of branches
to shade a future
to produce a fruit, seed to soil
breath and birth to life
to be,
To Be
TO BE