Leap Day
the leftover fragments of other years
cobbled together
to make an impulsive day
beyond the capability
of my wristwatch to reconcile
what did we pour into
this freebie grabbag of hours?
a luminous sunrise
over islands over water
firing the wood paneling
of our little cabin
watching penguins from our breakfast
of warm rolls dotted with butter
melting to pools
looking for pudús (always)
watching metallic green hummingbirds
zip from fuchsia to pine bough
rambling down the beach path
to join the penguins on the water
taking in the black and white
volcanoes across the way
that mark the continent’s spine
entering the blue white yellow
Iglesia de Nuestra Señora de Chonchi
watching the stars wink
above a sea of incense and prayers
coming into Queilén, a warm haven
where the sea can sing to you
and the moon is tipped
in an unfamiliar way
every day is an uncertain gift
each date one that might never arrive
but some are imbued
with a bit more magic
sometimes we have the sense
to savor the day’s passing
before regret can even rise
