Watching Starlings

other women are starlings

Watching Starlings

Often, other women appear to me

like a flock of starlings

moving together in a natural dance

twittering in unison

their songs

without a gasp, without a sigh

fluttering wings together to catch the air

and paint the sky


I am but a fish

who has lost her school

and swims near the surface so as to see

the flight of the starlings

and wonder

and wish

to know the lyrics that they sing

to feel the wind and know the air

and join their sky with wings


lone fish

Mirando los estorninos

A menudo, las otras mujeres me parecen
como una bandada de estorninos
moviéndose juntos en una danza natural
gorjeando al unísono
sus canciones
sin tomar aliento, sin un suspiro
aleteando las alas juntos para agarrar el aire
y pintar el cielo.

No soy más que una pez
que ha perdido su escuela
y nada cerca de la superficie para ver
el vuelo de los estorninos
y preguntarse
y desear
conocer las letras que cantan
sentir el viento y conocer el aire
y unirse a su cielo con alas

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