Poems by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

GATHER VOICES

Let us gather voices,
find delight in their sound.
There is a world in every
pitch with labyrinths and
blackholes where silence
is a symphony. There are
cities of water that are
mere mirages. Let us bring
these voices to our doorway.
Frame them on the walls like
family photographs. Let
their richness glow, their
tenderness overflow, and
resonate with kindness.


TIME DOES NOT EXIST

Time does not exist
when you walk out the secret door.
The wind rushes you
and removes the eyes from your face.
Ashes cover you.
It is an unending amount of ashes.

Time does not exist
as you stand on the threshold of
the secret room for
a second. You do not think of leaving.
Returning to the place
behind the secret door, your twin waits
for you with eyes intact.


WHITE EYED SUN

When I look up at the sky
and it is full of clouds
that slowly part to reveal
the white eye of the sun,
I wonder if there are other
eyes, other suns, that are
too engulfed by clouds
that will never shine.

This afternoon I took a
snapshot of that white
eyed sun to study it later.
I looked at the retina of
that white eyed sun and
found a pool of tears
forming. Was its heat too
much that it formed those
tears of light and fire?