Orozco Mural
Guadalajara, Mexico
Shadow that is
not absence of light
but the shape of darkness,
you hold your hand in fire
and cry for yourself, the boy.
You hold my hand in fire
to fill the space he left behind
with the smoke of my skin.
But it has rained.
Rain has drenched
both fire and darkness.
I have found a place
of caves
that open
like windows in clouds.
For shelter. Then, I step out.
