(Readers: Please read the stanzas in any order you like.)
Ramon Fernandez, tell me, if you know,
the order of my words.
This body, wholly
holy, sings as best it can, lisping the mantra
Alone. Why did the
singing stop, and why?
No, I never broke
an honest sweat, did I think the ocean
In the horizon’s glance
I see a wave rise, rise, rise and die,
out of nowhere again, but why?
From In Paran.