Return, Return

My last post appeared two months ago. So, to evade more hesitation I thought to publish a preface to the next post which will materialize sometime before  the 10th of February. I have just returned from a month on the coast where I was without access to any means of communication. As for now, I would like to post a poem for consideration accompanied by a picture.

no se desperdicie

and where are all the laborers 

those tending to this harvest?

who wage against the full moon still

those that care to scatter farthest

or the builders who breathe to build

whose blocks are regular and strongest?

who build each of every chapel level

their cornerstones exceeding promise

the fishermen and women who cast

whose nets thirst to sweep the deepest?

who comb and carress our blue forever

whose catch oft reins as sweetest

 the music makers and their melody

whose songes serve to mollify us?

whose desolate plea reaches but two or three

whose consternation annoints the depredation of our times

or those we call doctor and also physician, 

nursing body and mind for stewards of this Earth?

charged to disabuse us of sophistry, the paucity of truth

who study with and for, to accompany death´s birth

and where are our poets, 

whose rhymes employed channel us through ages?

whose mere words lift hearts from corpulent men

and with artful fables implicate they teach us