Window and stairs

Is this your last refuge?

You didn’t know until

animals, trees and plants

invaded all our cities.

Chicago came first

as Dr. Joseph Suglia

told us in his novel

Table 41.

And then came the rest.

See the light popping in

through that window,

the window of your heart.

The sun’s coming in but

it still remains closed.

You climb up the stairs:

Fly like that bird,

magnificient Egyptian,

use your Isis wings and

dance, dance in the air.

But how could you if the door

is always locked?

Outside the clouds

move swiftly and

carry their chains.

Now you tell me:

Where is the key?

 

© April 2017 Marta Pombo Sallés