I wandered to the river’s edge,
Where the current sang to the stones,
And the earth hummed beneath my feet.
I sat in the company of reeds,
But my mind was heavy, my thoughts—mute.
The river beckoned, vast and deep,
And I answered with a leap!
Down I went, into the arms of water,
The chill! It struck me, bone and soul,
And I surged upward, shouting to the stars,
Once! Then twice! My cry rose clear,
For the river’s chill was fierce, and life—ferocious!
The cold, oh, how it gripped me! The cold!
Then to the city heights I ascended,
Sixteen stories of steel and sky,
My heart full of grief, my eyes to the abyss,
And the wind called my name.
I stood at the edge, a lone figure,
The world beneath me vast and still.
I hollered! I wept!
But the height, oh, the height—it stayed my fall,
For life, yes, life, refused to let me go.
High above, the wind whispered—high!
And now, though sorrow presses me close,
Though love has wounded my tender breast,
I stand as the earth stands—resilient, unyielding!
The river flows, the city soars,
And I, too, will sing my song.
Holler if I must! Cry if I must!
But my spirit will not falter—no, not I!
For life is vast, life is fierce,
Life is fine, oh, fine as the morning sun!
Life is mine! Life is thine!
Life is fine!
:: 12.07.2024 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 