Featured Poet Myrna Nieves Page 2
From My Window to the Universe
(I, within myself
always waiting for something
that my mind doesn't get right
-Julia de Burgos, “Momentos”,
Poema en veinte surcos)
Through a small cube of crystalized water
Veiled by dust
Distant though so near
I watch the rain fall below an infinite sky
It rains an early Spring
Over the green leaves of the adjacent patio
It rains in the valleys of my conscience
Rays of timid light glisten amid the drops
It is fertility announcing her hands of earth and water
Nurturing my soul that thirsts for faraway rivers
I look sideways
The way one looks through a crack
I see the noble, the blessed rain
Wash the backs of the sunflowers
The arms of the fig trees
The persevering ivy that climbs the edifices
And fills the wounds of the bricks
It rains in the urban jungle of my existence
It is my fleeting kiss with Nature
In the Great City
This, my fresh air
My only baptism in light