The form of myself, a labyrinth, might be all that is left of those years –
When all that is broken is broken…
I lift away
from the apartment,
into the half dream
& saudade. Like owls in the hidden,
my love for those years
emerges
as a symbol
of death.
There is a library at the end of the orchard,
a cave of soft diamonds,
where the books close their eyes
in the trees.
Andrés Cerpa is the author of The Vault, longlisted for the 2021 National Book Award: Poetry, and Bicycle in a Ransacked City: An Elegy from Alice James Books. He was raised in Staten Island, NY.