v2. Song of the Cascocha

[alonso ramoran]

Song of the Cascocha


Seeing with the mark of the abyss,
that all-absorbing pupil yet ignorant,
the sunlight touches what distracts me
from the longer struggle,
the slower movement
towards your knowing.

Until then, beloved, we and the sky
and the land are dreams
shifting crimson, cerulean,
green. Do you hear me in the leaves?

I call from shadow, in the musk of dry earth
and brittle things relinquished like dead poems
before the time of rain. Imagining,
by your response, the flight

under the golden trumpets
of guayacanes, I am here,
your chimera returned from nothing.

"Cascocha" is the Panamanian colloquial for "Yiguirro"

v1. 

Song of the Yigüirro


Seeing with the mark of the abyss,
that all-absorbing pupil yet ignorant,
the sunlight touches what distracts me
from the longer struggle,
the slower movement
towards your knowing.

Until then, beloved, we and the sky
and the land are dreams
bending into crimson, cerulean,
green. Do you hear me in the leaves?

I call from shadow, in the musk of dry earth
and brittle things relinquished like dead poems
before the time of rain. Imagining
first, by your response,

the flight under the golden flowers
of guayacanes, I am here,
your chimera returned from nothing.