Katalapi
en el bosque
con las Cotes
el agua canta por nosotros
the notes, rapid and green,
clear away the cobwebs between ourselves
leave us feeling
like we’ve drunk from a cool spring
freshen our eyes
and still our thirsty tongues
we make ephemeral circles
understanding nothing lasts
understanding also joy is the honey
that keeps us flying into the thistles
the most powerful thing I did today
was share breath con un canelo
and put a tiny, black, shriveled seed
into the earth –
now something might someday root
