Tethers

Beneath the shadow of a fantasy
placid specters appears;
dread, delusion, thirst, depths
and everything what tomorrow
will be projection of the past.

But which are
the fantasies of your shadows?

What enlighten a body
is not explained from inside
nor approaches from outside;
it occurs before the opaque
stoking its thinness.

Light, shade,
shade, you,
you, light,
light, you,
air and wind.

If the bird flies
everything is sky
nothing is sky
and the sun allows for
the wings already skimming.

Come,
hug me,
don’t inspect underneath;
between your shadows and mine
today someone gleams.

The only tether:
to untie ourselves
of that darkness
latent of light
which is mirror without us.

It’s a free translation of my poem “Ataduras”: https://lomastromatias.medium.com/ataduras-ddd0d4a1069c