North
By Teresa Arredondo Uribe
How I poor observer
Yield to the roaring
Reaching, rumbling
Omnipresent signal
When in lost and found
Lostness loose, found again
The polar star stopped to shine
Stopped signaling the north.
The extended arm that ended
In the extended finger
Pointed out
To another arm
To another arm
To another finger
Time and space wrapped in ambiguity
When is now? When is not?
Where am I? Where to start?
All dimensions displayed
Multiplicity of events
That could had lead me to another place or time.
The star freckled father time
Traces every sunset
But has stopped counting
It stares at the world
The planet we call home
With black holes for eyes
Motionless in an eternal task
But I, poor observer
Where or when should I go?
If the polar star doesn't signals the north anymore.
Yield to the roaring
Reaching, rumbling
Omnipresent signal
When in lost and found
Lostness loose, found again
The polar star stopped to shine
Stopped signaling the north.
The extended arm that ended
In the extended finger
Pointed out
To another arm
To another arm
To another finger
Time and space wrapped in ambiguity
When is now? When is not?
Where am I? Where to start?
All dimensions displayed
Multiplicity of events
That could had lead me to another place or time.
The star freckled father time
Traces every sunset
But has stopped counting
It stares at the world
The planet we call home
With black holes for eyes
Motionless in an eternal task
But I, poor observer
Where or when should I go?
If the polar star doesn't signals the north anymore.
Con Teresa iniciamos en Estilo Mápula publicaciones de textos en inglés, para ofrecer un espacio para estudiantes y egresados de la carrera de lengua inglesa de la Facultad de Filosofía y Letras de la Universidad Autónoma de Chihuahua.
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