SPACES

Tunnels connect La Habana
From East and from the West
Under water channels, echoing
The night’s silence, need to speak
Not an island but a jut of land
Between movement of tides
Arteries allowing free circulation
Life blood, as when I was young
Running with wings of wind
At my back, then alienated in love
To preserve their mother
Martyr for motherhood
Her instinctual fixations drove her
To life’s horizon, I jerked her back
Saved for her children, equanimity
My sacrifice, in paradise, now
My steps are heavier, a tout breeze
A barrier, cavernous courses
Reverberating, as the moon
Delivers her lovers, hushed
Hearts, spaces of words
To speak, depths to reach.

c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
    Finished August 18, 2007
    La Habana and Palmares