Alicia Minjarez Ramírez writes

It Rains...

A longing breeze

tries to show itself,

like nostalgia

migrating

up in the air.

Water permeates

my body.

Your breath

fills in

the context.

Longing secrets

that the wind

shakes up in the offing,

then nothingness.

I walk behind

upon the moisture

left by the drops

under the branches.

Birds get detached

from their nests,

looking for

the promised shelter.

Church bells ring,

outside

the night

interrupts.

I long to dry off

the rain,

like those birds

besetting

park trees

in the evening.            

The stillness of your eyes

invades me…

Ecstatic wings,

paralyzing their flight.

At my silence’s feet.

-- tr. Alaric Gutiérrez.

 

 Woman in the Rain -- Dinara Omarova