To Go Lightly
–Ángela Hernández Núñez
In innocence, eternity is possible.
But I have loved in haste,
with the attentiveness of objects that fly away.
I find myself saying, close the doors.
I find myself saying, love you ought to leave.
I find myself touching lines in the stone.
I think about the women who waited,
not for Ulysses, but for ordinary men.
Those who laid siege to cities,
beyond the great width
of their own hearts.
I have loved after and during the storm.
I carry a burden of light:
it turns the air to ashes.