Before I Loved You

Home sounded como chicharras humming
chatter entre hombre y los aves
creaks from the cedar deck the dried-up creek
y sus piedras flip and flop of tortillas
calentitos like those splashes of wind
who taught and teach the chimes to sing and dance
tumbleweeds who are kept from collecting
and prayers brought back by the pájaros.

Todo cambia con el viento. Amber
stripped from the oak tree outside our window
paints the afternoon sky. The cicadas
hushed by the wind. Blades of grass silently
swaying. In the glorious light we dance
bailando con la naturaleza.