Sticks

Beating the sticks
The bandit rehearses his moves
On the soft cushion

I live as I am

My feelings wave and back

Like at dusk a murmur

A wave of life.

A weaving life

Such is what I got

I mesh love and work

Blindly as I fly.

Asudden my boy smiles

Lighting up the night.

(2013 April 4th - Train station)

*Yapa

April Thirtieth,
My baby's Twenty First month of life
Celebrated with his drawing
Celebrated circles, eyes, zigzags, coherent lines, dots
I cannot say when he started, few months ago?
But like all in his development
Suddenly you focus your attention, and there it is
The proof of coordination
Of meaning
Of intent
For the untrained eye
This section of the greater drawing is unintelligible
For the parent's eye
There is life in it
I share the life in him and in his drawing
Today, last day of this year's get-your-poet-out-of-the-woodwork
Tomorrow, first day in May, celebration for workers day
We will be celebrating with our baby art worker
"And thanks for all the fish"










*yapa = Argentinean for "an extra one,  free, as an act of kindness"

Anguish

The night

Awakes my baby with tears.

No apparent cause

Just tears.

Alone he was

Wet in tears.

On my chest he rests

Full in tears.

We are born alone

He says in tears.

Dadai, cuddle me:

They are gone those fears.







 

magic

a dolphin's passing ghost 

wreaks magic in a childs mind

splish, water sounds, splash

Amarilla / Yellow

"te regalo una flor

que encontré en el camino"

cantaba Nico mientras cortaba una flor del jardín

extendiendo su manita,

sus ojitos dulces,

su voz que repetía

Pápa!

"I give you a flower

that I found by the road"

sang Nico while picking a flower from the yard

reaching with his little hand

with his soft eyes

with his voice repeating

Pappa!

drops of rain

my son

He met the rain today

more like He was annoyed by it

confused by the feeling of wet and cold

and Cold was the word He recently learned

and Cold got tagged also to the rain

and his mind is swirling

and his eyes

squinting

confusion

dead awake

lively asleep

which is which so late?

noche

el dulce sueño

del niñito dormido

endulza la noche

sweet dream

by little boy asleep

sweetens night

dreams

he sleeps on the floor

breathing rhythmically lips parted

little prince dreaming

from tonights visiting poet, mi sweet wife

imagine

all around me all

my friends are having babies

one, two, three, surprise

all around me all

my boy and my wife

and i imagine us

 

 

 

 

image: robert-doisneau-1943-le-remorqueur-du-champ-de-mars

 

 

 

 

 

delicias

las manitas gordas

junto con su voz ronquita

juegan con la guitarra

his chunky hands

along with his husky voice

play on the guitar

 

nite nite

first come the stories

then the songs, note after note

in my arms sleeps a boy

 

 

on Nico's learning

dolphins in the wild

dolphins in the aquarium

one conflicted mind

far and away

dolphins by Grannie's home

waters, swamp and sea

a mere mile away

a promise of protection

acquits their bondage?

Nico

many winters passed

before i found who to love

now my son is here