I remember:
this large grandiose mountain
standing hovering over our
little houseat the end of our dirt road
in Torreon, Coahuila Mexico
the adobe house with an open
roof in the middle courtyard of
my abuelito’s casa where mamasita and us kids stayed
after papa abandoned us
sleeping on a
concrete floor, roofless courtyard,
in the middle of my grandparents
housegrandma would keep her chickens, hens
and a couple of roosters
at night I’d lay looking up at the
sky
admiring the twinkling
starsI could see the tip of this mountain
kissing the moon and tantalizing the stars
ten years pass, I’m laying
in the back yard
now at Mamasitas house in
Northern Indianalooking up at the stars and noticing they’re
the same one’s I witnessed in Mexico
except two new ones, probably my abuelitos,
having joined to share the night sky’s opus
I Remember:
last night I laid out in my
patio
looking up at this concert of
twinklingand noticed a star bristling brighter than
all the rest, I think it was mamasita winking at me
my love and I have no biologic
children
so I wonder sometime in the
future willsomeone look up at the dazzling night sky
and notice my wife smiling and
me winking down at them?
