I asked poetry
if I could stop writing
for just a little while
because my life
had become too extremely twisted and oh, so complicated
and poetry said
you can stop
anytime you want
just quit
making love
with your wife
and forget about
putting sweet red honey
in the hummingbird feeder
next to the fat roses
and let that cute kid next door
walk your dog
to that huge green park
where everybody goes
in the cooling down afternoon
to laugh and watch
stupid pet tricks
and you won't need
to pray anymore
or meditate
in fact
why don't you
just
stop
breathing.

En los caminos ensolerados y luminosos,
Te veo
En las mañanas, frias y blancas,
Te busco
En el aire dulce, que baja de las montañas azulinas,
Te huelo
Como el mar del sur, tempestuoso y frio,
Te siento.
Aquí en mi soledad infinita, como las tardes oscuras,
el cielo color a hierro oxidado y ***** como la tinta de un plumero,
Te espero.

There is nothing insignificant in walking past someone.

A whole universe just strolled by,
their anxiety caused by that test coming up,
their worldview that differs from yours,
their moments of joy
pure adrenaline
depression
monotony,
their troubles that may trump yours
their Aunt with that terminal disease
or the Dad that's never home,
their mental to-do lists that grow and grow and grow,
their images of reading on that comfy chair,
their time spent by the bonfire,
and their favorite quote that's always in their head.

But we just keep walking despite all there is to see,
and we're thankful for the people that walk by our side,
and share in our moments,
our troubles,
our images,
our time.

Yes, I am totes going to turn this assignment in when it's do you think you could give me just like three more days?

Simply enjoy the present,
As if the pending weren't impending.