Telling the sky
Telling the Sky IBack then, the commute to and from work was a form of respite. I got to look up and long enough, whether from a vehicle window or while walking on empty streets.
Morning, birds are heading west
where colors abandon their clouds.
A pearl suspended in felt.
The moon too close, too real to pluck.
Morning, pale blue all over.
East an early arson.
—Razel Estrella (2009)