EVERYTHING PASSES

So many things happen
while the sun passes

the river passes
trash truck, pain, rat passes,
the protests
the neighbor
the leaf passes,
the time of the appointment, passes
the salty taste
the image
the bread through the throat
the fear of bogeyman
the cold passes
the fever of uncertainty, passes;

so many things happen
while the moon passes

the dream passes
the guard
the crazy passes
the smoke
the spiders and the desire passes

the kiss on the stairs
-the hands re-passes
the caresses and the eyes too-
the weeping minute
the trip, april and tuesday

and my life, passes...

like everything passes
¡everything! except you
you, that do not happen
or passes.

© IRMA PÉREZ