Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

In the Dark

 

How far can you see

until you can see nothing at all?

I thought I saw everything,

but now I see nothing.

I lost my grasp on love.

I’m growing old without you.

The moon is just a pimple in the sky.

It bursts with light, yet I’m in the dark.

Brightness Awaits

 

Grazed by rain,

slapped by cold wind,

and I paid it

no mind.

I walked briskly

to that place

where brightness

awaits.

In the dark 

sky outside a

skylark sang 

as if

its life was

depended on 

it. Its voice

burst through

the cold wind 

and rain. I

paid it much

respect.

Cultivator of Storms

You cultivate the storms

gathering over our heads.

You blink lightning alive

dropping flashes at our feet.

You pour the salt on wounds

squeeze the lemon right in.

It is a miracle of sorts I stay

waiting for your moods to change.

You gather all the clouds

impregnate then with precipitation,

color them black and dark gray,

and let them burst at all hours.

I’m still here standing despite

the storms, the lighting, and rain.

I’m waiting for the clouds to lift,

for the sunshine you have inside.