If I understood
her abrupt goodbye
my interest in laundry shadows
would not be a valid
substitute for sleep.
This light would not illuminate
at this late hour
clothes pins and wire,
the swollen clowns
would not dance black
on these white adobe walls.
But my confusion is afire
as to why our telephone
lives nose-dived
into an empty pool
when the sea
deep and padded with mystery
is swimming with life
that has yet to be named.
LOCATION: Tumbaco, Ecuador
