La virge noire

Loro de Edward Lear

Nuestra tierra

rondando la mesa redonda de la cocina
bailamos al compás tropical
de la cumbia y del mambo

y vuelan alas verde azul rojo
loros que se escapan de las sombras
de tu tierra que llevas dentro

y los loros dan vueltas
revolotean por la oscuridad
esta oscuridad por la cual damos un paso
otro paso y otro paso

dando pasos a la luz de una vela sola
de pronto trepamos entre helechos húmedos
atmósfera húmeda aliento de lluvia

y nos dejamos llevar por cada nota del crepúsculo
y los loros cantan verde azul rojo
y cantan perez prado xavier cougat yma sumac
y me das vueltas
y mi cabello vuela
y los loros se internan en mis sueños por donde bailamos
y por donde bailamos se escucha el rumor de los pájaros
y de esa cocina donde bailabamos ya no se sabe más
que ya nos sumergimos

                        en la selva

                                        de nuestra tierra--

Lorena Lobita Wolfman © 2010

For what I am...

I rest in the expanse of earth & shadow
I rest in the expanse of night & dreaming
without a face I am held in intimate immensity

at edge of the threshold of darkness & light,
from far away the light of day beckons me
calls me lifts me from these primeval waters

after washing my still absent face
in the universe’s obsideon night
after returning repeatedly to her arms
earth’s dawn propels me rise

face     eyes     hands
my breast bone to the manifest wind—

after waking from oblivion,
forms begin to appear

sky    horizon    earth

sea    mountain    tree

the exstasy of the sun calls me
the tempermental face of the earth calls me

the corona of day calls me

the calyx of the shade calls me

I return        & rise
return & rise
        again        & again...

starlight descends into my arms
like a glowing mantle

spellbound I advance soaking up the soft light
into the threshold
into the implication of day
into this day
a day that recalls its origin

sea of potential

            sweet like grape nectar

                & I walk forward radiant

showing my face for what I am

                        universe & leaf--

Lorena Lobita Wolfman © 2009, 2010

Astarte

Beatrice - By Julia Margaret Cameron

Now we enter the intimacy of distances

now we enter the intimacy of distances

the proof

of connection beyond the confines of place

of presence beyond space

of the invisible lace that connects us

I feel it now

love

you in the distance

extending my reach across the planet

through portals & biways

ribbons of freeways & mass transit

& through good byes with a hello deeply sewn into their hems

a last kiss suspended in the air

an airport awaiting

car train plane walking & bicycles

stretching out into the not yet

& then that kiss

rippling out beyond time

as we enter into closeness beyond distance

& we listen into the memories of our breath

& hear the garden song of our outstretched fingertips

blooming with life

--Lorena Lobita Wolfman © 2010