Geysers

 

I pass people like I pass signs
telling me to go on
or stop.

Their love is clear
in the way they have it painted
appearing onto street colors.


I walk around the adults
speaking as if flared up
awaiting to erupt.


All life has been in learning
dancing around hot springs,
the geysers.

I love the music, swaying,
my emotions calmly.

All I feel is the beat of love in rhythm
speaking to me, like prophetic warnings.

I pass by the people imploding
sometimes dormant in forbearance
but always known foreshadowed.

Long ago I left such hatred
becoming more onto rivers.

I flow into the oceans,
I go deeper into myself and nothing.

                -V I L L A N U E V A
08.02.21