I’d like to have spent my life howling in subways in Boston, Berlin, París,
dressed in fuchsia tights with long swaying dreads, rainbow streams busting
free with each rhapsodic belt, destroying fumes and fears in tones
insistent as the barge’s endless drone.
I’d like to have spent my life in arms of waving limbs,
in crowns of trees where Eagle folds her wings and let’s me
touch her undefended heart, while the roar of autumn’s gale
sings a strong and steady hymn.
I’d like to have spent my life at the feet of El Cristo, in soundless
heights over Rio, above jagged peaks, bottomless seas,
air rarified by penitents and tiny larks, whispering peace
straight through my heart.