A note from the author The year 2022 was a difficult year emotionally and physically. The illness had now taken away my mobility in my legs and arms. This reality caused me to only be able to compose one poem in this year.
The Vapor
Soft vapor became a lace in the sky
Slowly descending after the climb
Of the fast mechanical message
From us to the height
From height to us
Who look up and wait
In a real dream
Not today or tomorrow, but always.
The rope of vapor
We seek to grab
Eludes the grip,
Dissipates to the sight
Only remains in the continuum of memory
Of the sleep of life
Waiting for another moment
Before the next new flight
Of the mechanical message
Sent up with a roar
By thousand creative explosions
Of sublime voices, of incredible dances,
Of rich paintings,
Of unimaginable harmonies, of poetic revelations,
Of talents, of gifts
Given to us,
Presented to you with tremulous hands.
May 2022