you can't imagine

you can’t imagine

what the sky was like

nor the song

of the mockingbirds

nor the whisper

of the pepper trees

before the light

you can’t imagine

from how far away

one could hear

the cry of a lost lamb

in the neighboring mountains

for the wind,

running freely,

hummed with rivers

and slipped in and out

of underground caverns,

carrying messages

like the scent

pure and sharp

of the pitahaya blossom—

which you can 

                no longer imagine

—Lorena (Translation, 2025)