A drywall wall in a new construction, at that hour: a perfect shadow appeared. The last worker saw it with something like devotion or sadness for a few extended seconds. He placed his sanding disc in the sight of the sun, then the putty knife behind the disc, and turned them slowly to resemble the shadow. The man believed he was approaching the form because his adjustments were minimal. There is no one nearby, and I still have distance to travel. I wish I could stay here until the sun goes down
This is an amazing poem by , another poet from the north of México. Baltazar and I decided to collaborate publishing a poem from each other in our publication so it can reach a new, bigger hopefully, public.
In this work Baltazar approaches the cotidianity of the worksite with the beauty that it may come from nature, the light, or the human-made tools. He reminds us again that the beauty is in the every day, in the moment of now. In all of us and in everywhere.
Make sure to check , Baltazar’s publication for more poems, micro-fictions and non fiction articles!