This is not like the movies
I.
I stood perplex on the front patio
of my grandfather’s ranch admiring
the sheet of fog, almost translucent,
coming down on the pines of the canyon;
it was almost romantic like a gesture
of caress, as if the hand of God
had come down and had put that sheet
for protection, but this moment lasted
only a few minutes and then the forest
was bare again to the mercy of the sun.
II.
Standing in the same place
I had looked away to the right
side of my shoulder to discover the cat
eating a rat, I wasn’t disgusted or surprise,
I stood there my body calm, my skin
was beginning to be cold, but there was
no sudden movement to cover myself
or seek refuge inside the house;
I wanted to know how it felt to be cold
in the lovely hours of the evening.
III.
Loneliness; a sudden realization
of the standing of my body,
unprotected, as if waiting
for a change in the moon’s rotation.
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