States of mind

Sometimes I feel

like poor hill
and other times like mountain
of repeated tops

Sometimes I feel
like a cliff
and other times like a sky
blue but distant

Sometimes one is
spring between rocks
and other times a tree
with the last leaves.
But today I feel only
like an insomniac lagoon
with a wharf
already without boats
a green lagoon
still and patient
satisfied with its weeds
its moss and its fish,
serene in my trust
trusting that one afternoon
you approach and look at yourself,
you look at yourself at looking at me.


Vocabulary:
Tops: Cumbres
Spring: Manantial
Wharf: EmbarcaderoStill: Inmóvil, tranquiloWeeds: Algas
Moss: MusgoApproach: Acercarse