As The Clouds Do
Poem
The earth smiles from the dark
While the water rises
And fills my lungs
I choose to believe
Things will change
They have to
Or I will die
There is a butterfly flying
Over the water
Its wings touching
The surface
It stops suddenly
And falls
Things need to change
They have to
Or I will die
A hand, there is a hand
Pulling me to the wall
Smashing my skull
But I can’t feel any pain
It tears my hair
Things need to change
They have to
Or I will die
What is that in the shadow?
A bird is looking at me
With drops in its eyes
I didn’t know birds could cry
Things need to change
They have to
Or I will die
There it is, finally
I am relieved
Of a life waiting in vain
Things are not going to change
The stupidity will stay
And eat the light
We will die
As do the clouds in the sky
more by URSULA RABAR BABIC
photograph by Jairo Alzate
