Outlier after Ruben Dario

A poet moves in the word

The way his fingers move across a keyboard

He sails through the impetuous rapids of grief

And floats across the surface of melancholy

He lets the flow of his words

Circulate through his heart like a life force

He wanders deeply into the torrid ridges and unforgiving sands

Of war

And lies blissfully in the flourishing grasses

Of life and of love.

He savors the richest satisfactions of humanity

And detests its most horrifying afflictions,

between the keys.

He seeks and he searches

For the meaning of it all

With only mild satisfaction

Because even his darkest endeavors bring him back to the surface

Alive

But longing

To wander again