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Issue 18, Poesía | May 2016

     

Todavía

–for Lauren

there you are
still

in the shape
of your life

barefoot
by the sea,

deep-breathed,
straight-backed,

and turning
toward

the photographer.
fire,

earth, water,
and the air

a wind blowing
your black

babydoll
shift full, as if

you are …
dare we even

go there?
… pregnant.

and really
pregnant.

but you are
forty-three

and a workoutaholic
in perfect shape

for this tour
of Uruguay,

though it was
easy to imagine

you bellied,
breasted,

ripe with twins.
a premonition

in the photograph
snapped

from the lighthouse,
my ex-boyfriend’s

brother crouched
in the outcrop

with a real camera,
capturing this

North American
beauty

he’s been lured
into touring

around
his small country.

Cabo Polonio
is unlike anywhere

we’ve ever been:
sea lions, right

whales, owls
peeking up

from the
sand dunes.

Seals, surfers,
and – right now

– romance:
all the elements

in the photo
we upload

back at our hotel.
We laugh

at the notion:
you and Federico,

a disconnection
explained

through this
connection

connected,
balancing

the trunk
of a new family

tree, and yet,
you don’t speak

the same language.
Todavía, we can

see everything
in the once-

in-a-lifetime
moment

and our laughter
turns to tears

because somehow
we know

you’ll stay
in Uruguay

five years
before you

tie the knot,
having waited

for the twins
to stand

with you
at the altar:

internationally
legit,

wedlocked,
and ready

to shoot
straight

up like the north
star

to your own
cape,

complete
as completion,

more mother
than motherhood.

stepping back
into the sea

still barefoot,
and breathing

into the stretch
of your divinity.
Todavía