Potencia de La Poesía
for Isabel Hermano, the artist, who painted this one as a gift for me
When just a little choice makes everything so different
we might not even notice… at the time,
a meeting, a glance , a smell that draws us to an open doorway,
all of a sudden the world shifts slightly on its brand new axis,
new roads push themselves up, out of the ground,
trails never walked upon, display their virgin paths for us to walk along.
We find we have flown miles and left the ruins behind,
and everything is new and opening into a sunrise.
We say hello. We cross a street. We leave a job behind.
We find a word and lose our minds on starry nights of sighs.
We embrace it all and weep just because the beauty or the sadness fills our eyes,
or maybe we pick up the phone, to hear a heart-felt laugh, or a panicked desperate cry
then… all is changed forever after.
We step inside a painting, and swoon on poetic swings
that fly us high beyond the moon,
or we just say “snap” in recognition that our brains are now aligned.
We walk across the desert sands holding self-replenishing water in our hands,
and if we say yes to the offerings given where highways twist and bend,
or close our eyes, listening to that weakest voice,which actually knows
our history from the beginning to the end,
and grab hold of the chance presented, without ever questioning why or when,
then… we open them again…and
Oh Surprise! We see we’ve changed.
This is no arcane magic or hidden trickery from futuristic memories
that brings us subtle riches, and directions for our hearts to see.
The power of words for change is heard and is felt in the answering “Yes,”
because each yes, is a treasure map that if we do follow and trust,
will lead us always, to where we are supposed to be.
August 17, 2011
San Isidro, Costa Rica
*please see author’s comment below