IT

IT

Oh, once again

mesmerized,

flat on my back

under an ocean

of countless stars

bright tiny tiny holes

into the mistery

of It all!

Oh, once again!

mesmerized,

flat on my back

the sky a roof

a protective blanket

at home

in It all!

Oh, once again!

mesmerized

by a rythmic lullaby

sang at night

by countless voices

a tireless choir

since the beginning

of It all

until the end

of It all.

Oh, once again!

mesmerized

a magic moment

at its best

humbly captured

in a tiny tiny haiku

like the sound

of tiny tiny japanese bells

in the night

of It all.

And what then,

the morning after,

when time is no more

a taste of salty water?

And what about

my warm body

in a state of shock

embraced by waves of arms

in the chilling waters of an ocean

always there since the beginning

of It all

always there until the end

of It all?

And what about

the various strands of birds

always looking North in the morning

always looking South in the afternoon

of It all?

And what about the gifts

of sleep and friendship,

of good wine in the night

of It all?

In the end

of It all

memories to treasure

unwashed by the waters

of the new journey,

kept alive

in the flow

of It all.

Azril Bacal

Toyo Seco, Panamericana Sur

Peruvian Spring 2012