THE PIEDRA

what miracles !
the particles,
the movement,
the molecules;
tumbling over in out.

we are muddled up louts.

if i were a poet,
a scientist,
an aesthetic,
an artist,

i would bring this wonder to the page
and pay homage to mystery's age.

but i am none,
one who will die
surrounded by genius ghosts
who live in the water,

who live in the sky.