La Llanura Pampeana

Blackened trees line the hills

of la llanura pampeana

expanse of swaying softness

blurred as we barrel on

and I am lost in the blue

where all the tips meet the sky

fixed in a twilight state of mind

then for something in the way

the night cloaks the day

el Rio de la Plata

rushing port side

I am met by a moment

of abrupt infinity.

And I count myself wise

while feeling plenty green

to have arrived at understanding

misunderstood things –

Así it came to me

from behind smudged glass

that every success and

every sadness

all the strangers with stories I’ve passed

all the sheets tucked in and

the how-are-yous

doubts and vices

and coffee spoons

all assemble together in the most

precarious way

to measure a life

fragilely

and with purpose unknown.

I look to where

the black meets the blue

release the worries

purposes

and belief I have

any clue -

into the river

still rushing on its way

here in this moment

as the night meets the day.