There are times when I can’t move

There are times when I can’t move.

I feel roots of mine everywhere,
as though all things were born of me,
or as though I were born of all things.

All I can do then is to stay still
with eyes open like two faces at the moment of birth,
with a small amount of love in one hand
and something cold in the other.

And all I can give someone passing by me
is that motionless absence
that has roots in him too.

–Roberto Juarroz, Argentina

Ever Green

greenThe world tumbles

like leaves falling to the ground

Trees sway

Hold onto me now before winter takes you away

our love, an evergreen

strong and ever lasting

can delay the dead forests of reality

and keep the hurt at bay.