June 2015


Only in pain

Have I noticed

How irregular is the floor

How steep is a step, a sidewalk

What it means to cross the street

How inextricably bound I am to old men

And those who hurt

Only in pain

Have I learned

How hard is the pavement

How soft is my flesh, my bones

What it means to fall

How inevitably fragile I am

Despite my joy

Only in pain

Have I realized

How ephemeral is all

How relative is time, how space

What it means to be weak

And how weak I am



Jorge Mejia Hernandez