I make verses in the air
they crackle toward the infinite prophecy.
Crackling.
Crackling.
I dance
building with my feet
a trampoline of clouds
I twirl like a ram
now I am a she-Christ
now, navigator
now face up
now about to expire
My wings levelled
in
a dive
Yesterday, again, I leapt from the Bridge
of the Americas
today I stare at my naked feet
upon the earth
I write plummeting parachute poems
I will not return to the place of butterflies
Lil Marie Herrera (born 1965) Panama
Translated from the Spanish by Lina M. Ferreira C.-V.
Source: inTRANSLATION
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