What do I see that has not been seen?
What do I whisper that has not been whispered?
I strive in vain to decipher God’s vision.
I secretly seek salvation, yet I publicly pursue perdition.
I struggle with good and evil.
I play my role.
I lose hope, get it back, toss it in the air,
watch it fall.
I have returned to the temple empty-handed.
I have watched the fisherman cast his net.
I have failed to answer the simplest questions.
What is that sound floating in the water?
What is that void beckoning me beyond the trees?
What is that dream of dreams but a path to oblivion?
I surrender to the fruit of thy tomb.
© Ernesto González, 2010