Dedalus
every now and then
I create a father
out of seagull feathers
and moonbeams
like I couldn’t get over Joyce
I spend days brushing
the perfection of loneliness
when nothing
but a piece of bread
mattered
life mocks a dance and I twirl in it
the way songs endure in the air
the universe is filled with lights
like seashells at the bottom of the
sea
I make flux permanent in my father’s
fingers
callous and rough as if he spends
his life
digging graves to bury sunsets
I’m fleshing out the dense air
to find form in nothing
and as the morning mouths
time and illusion in San Juan
the seaside smiles and smells
like foul flower water
Elidio La Torre Lagares
Elidio La Torre Lagares is a poet, educator and author of the well-received poetry book 'Wonderful Wasteland and Other Natural Disasters."
"I make flux permanent in my father’s fingers
ReplyDeletecallous and rough as if he spends his life
digging graves to bury sunsets" Marvelous imagery.