I Am the Lamp
Wearied by the moon,
I am the lamp
dependent on its light.
I stand alone on
the warmest night
seeking electricity.
The blue ocean
is enveloped
in darkness, except for
the moon and stars
reflecting on
the waves and the lights of
passing boats and planes
flying above.
I am the lamp below.
Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal
Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal, born in Mexico, lives in Southern
California, and works in the mental health field in Los Angeles. His first book
of poems, Raw Materials, was published by Pygmy Forest Press. His other poetry
books, broadsides, and chapbooks, have been published by Alternating Current
Press, Deadbeat Press, Kendra Steiner Editions, New American Imagist, New
Polish Beat, Poet's Democracy, and Ten Pages Press (e-book). His poems in print
and online have appeared in Ariel Chart, Blue Collar Review, and Clockwise Cat.
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