"P" by Olga González Latapí
P
I love until I get home
until I reach
because
I was once from the garden
and
I have now taken
the free bird who accom-
panies me
she
when the red feathers
she
when the Pearl White feathers
she is
the silver tears
she walks with me and I almost think I could taste the freedom on my skin
interchangeable from sweat
my freedom almost existent
A lost
permanent
almost
mine
but at least now my body
bows to it
now
I can see the ancient markings
speaking out
they stand on the side of my home
proudly welcoming mist
now back
the free bird will
perch right on
top ,
of course,
that is her
perch
and that may be her onyx chain
but the free bird will be gone by dawn
she adores the sun you see she adores her lore
as for me
I will arrange the tu-
lips from my journey on the old bridge
and wait for the bird to
pull me away
on another day
come to me
on another
once again