una cancion desesperada or oncorhyncus mykiss
Art by Fujioka
by Aaron Abeyta
in my trout dream
you are twin to the dawn
the pearl of your belly
that is the sky in the
brief breaths the moments
of sunless light a wash of pink
guazing at the center of you
ghosting away at your caudal edges
and in the human chamber
of my heart where it
hilts up against the primal
and the uncharted
i assume that on the fifth day
God had grown weary and therefore
created you to perfect
the domes and orbits that preceded you
so that every possible
sky might be foretold
there upon
your wet body
this shadowless light
milks its white breath
against the river and there
in the riffles and the deep pools
the trout queue themselves
in a braid of shadows
they are the movement of dreams
what man looked upon when he created music
randomly
consistently as the slow dreams
where i hold you
i remember that the phoenicians
had an alphabet
the egyptians written words
but neither was blessed enough to
have written your name to have
held you in the God light of dawn
and what of that fourth chamber
the one whose room
has flooded and is yours
the dead trees along the river
have forgotten what they are
everything is part wish
part shadow this indescribable light
of madrugada rubbing itself
against this river and i should not have
touched you and because of you
dreamt of rain or a slope of trees or
a moonlit snowstorm or a ribbon
of stars landed and touchable
your body a constellation
to my wishes
spilling back into the river
toward the secret spot of the human body
the haunt of you
barely there in my hand
About the Author
Aaron Abeyta is a poet and a professor at Adams State College. http://www.aaronabeyta.com.
