la Humedad nueva

I see that

the sea intoxicates-

Everything sways-

with pendulous motion

the pulse of which

beats uninterrupted and

all night long with

swaying palms.

Giraffes and antelopes

throughout the balmy night.

Who can turn

night magic

into day magic?

I can turn

night magic

into day magic.

I can turn

them both together

in the cup of

my palms

and, drinking,

erupt gold and silver

while the sway

of our time

expands effortlessly.