Poem

Beneath the Surface

My past life: 

submerged,

becoming.

As I swam, swirling,

I dreamt of wings

If we travel by dragonfly

My wings would dance

And trace

What you can only sense

Where you’ve tread, you crushed

I dreamt, also, of he

Who eats me

With his eyes

As we dance that circular dance

Merged between love

And death,

The danger of it.

Libélula

By another name,

I travel

the path

down mountain rivers, yawar

Tukullaspaymi

The river has taught me much

To swim and to soar

I know you see yourself in me:

I reflect you—

sacred