Gift for a Friend

Written this afternoon for an exhausted friend…heard while wandering the streets of Manhattan…no irony lost there.



center down,
my friend,

to where gravity
falls away
into my arms;

where efforts
to be other
are gloriously pointless;

where stones
still spark inside

and rain
will teach you
how to be free.


La Invitación


céntrate en tus raíces
amiga mía.

céntrate donde ya
no hay la gravedad-
céntrate en mis brazos;

donde los intentos
de ser otra son
gloriosamente inútiles;

donde las piedras
todavía chispean

y la lluvia
te enseñará

a ser libre.


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