Grass
grass has sprouted from the sofa in the house
I drink the dew when I am thirsty
the sky is a blue wasteland above me
and I have no need of windows
to see that harbours are drying up
I have before me a mountain made of streetlamps
asphalt for shoes
a standing black wave edged with bends
it's been a long time since beneath the footpaths
I encountered any living being
all the time there are fewer wells in our village
it's been a long time since I soaked my feet
grass has sprouted from the sofa in the house
from so much stretching out there
I spin myself around
like a fetus in the womb
blessings be upon us
for we do not really know which world we live in
© Leire Bilbao