no Ritmo en mi cerebro
Como extranjero en mi cuerpo
Mi alma está demasiada tranquila, quieta
como el ruido, orgulloso y llena con silencio
Yo sé que eso sí que es.
Todavía Estoy aquí.
aunque estoy un poco perdido
--- footnote for this bit of randomness is a tickler mostly for my memory. A busy day at work and a frustrated fried brain had my mind screaming for some inspiration and it was trying to reach for poetry. I drove to choir and on the way, words stacked up in my brain, like tetris blocks, not colored but rather in Spanish, which made me smile. Minutes to spare, I quickly found a pen and wrote the words down before we started singing in Latin, a little worried that I would jumble the stack or push it back into English and it would crash into a meaningless heap.
After choir, Eden called and wanted to talk about her stressors for the day. One of the things weighing on her was an assignment for school in the morning- she needed to write a poem, in Spanish, and share it with her class. The coincidence was not lost on me and though a little hesitant, I shared that I had written something very quickly that was pressing on me. I sent her a photo and she thoughtfully translated it. Thank goodness that she is not a harsh critic of my vocabulary, lack of punctuation, and general lack of effort in the handwriting (as well as the fact that nothing rhymes).
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