EVERYDAY
Today’s nothing fancy: my mother lives,
a simple pleasure. My cat made biscuits
on my knee. A woman I desire
giggled with me, invited me to touch
a whale. I fell for a man I barely know,
his delicious disdain, his persistent smile,
flaking skin and mane.
He said “chartreuse.” I said, “lime, lime, lime.”
Cheshire. Enough.
Everyone I love is enough today.
Me and you, we’re at a precipice.
The rain is falling down, each drop
turning, plummeting, down
like balloons and splaying.
Pow. Pow. Pow.
My beloved tells me that in 1 to 300 days
two black holes will collide.
The astronomers are aiming their scopes,
readying their tools for this first
glimpse of what, unseen,
may well have happened before,
somewhere in the infinitude
of space and time. Today is nothing short
of extraordinary. My mother lives.
I fall in love each separate way only once
in all this space and time.
(Maya Marshall)
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Este poema, de una forma tan cotidiana, me acarició el alma. Gracias.