Tuesday, December 23, 2025

Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

Staring Into the Fog


After Giovanni Pascoli


I stared into the fog

and wondered what remained 

of last night and what was gone?


I strained my eyes 

and saw a small fleck of moving

birds who sang with sharp voices.


I looked high and low

and could make the outline of

trees mostly hidden. I was startled


by a barking dog.

I could sense it was close and

there were human footsteps near.


I took a quick look

down at my feet and I saw the fog

and nothing else, not even my


shoes. The fog was thick.

The trees, mostly hidden, will not

stand forever. I stared long and hard


at a shadow in

the distance. I saw a head and

in an instant it was swallowed up 


by the fog. The birds

continued their song. The dog

barked on and on. The human


footsteps were near and far.




The Colors of the Sky 


Peering into the dying sun

through a partial cloud,

waiting for twilight and

straggling stars. I have 

nothing better to do 

then to stand outside

and wait for the colors

of the sky to change. 

Without sunglasses I am

certain to go blind. It 

would be a comfort to me.

I have seen too much.

I saw you walk away for

the last time. This is it

for me. I have nothing

else to look forward to.

Perhaps a change in

the color of the sky 

would bring brighter 

thoughts to my mind.




Good Appetite 

 

My appetite is good.

Don't you see these strong arms?

The woman smiles at me

with toothpick arms,

an eighty-pound frame

on a good day.

 

You don't bring me a

cup of coffee or a donut?

She shakes her fist at me,

laughing at me

with a playful smile

and grin on her face.

 

I miss my mother so,

Would you like something to eat?

The woman winces as

she looks through her

refrigerator, a pungent

odor came out.

 

You bring your wife and kids

Next time you visit and we'll eat.

I nod at the old woman,

a single man

without children, not

even a pet.

 

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