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The Night Sky
by Elsa Fernandez
This poem is dedicated to my father who comforted me a long time ago
when I left home for the first time and missed him so much.
when I left home for the first time and missed him so much.
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The avocado tree, older now,
gleams silently tonight. A tired iridescence bathes its trunk of peeling bark. A squirrel swings up but scampers down again. A branch has broken off. He'll strategize a new move to get up higher. Watching silently, I look up to the dark sky filled with stars, bursts of delicate moonlight, comets with laser trajectories and the soul-candles we surrender when we pass into the abyss. A barn owl sits on a high limb. I see him often, yellow-rimmed eyes glowing in the dark, staring down. He is silent tonight. The spirits of loved ones watch us. Rosa, a wise friend in Yucatan, tells me we must nourish them. I leave a candle, water and flowers by my bedroom window. Tired, after a day of empty sadness, I stumble in the dark. A slight transparent touch brushes by, steadying me and I straighten up. Thank you, I whisper to the night. |
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