Painting by Kristin Vestgard

slowly life knows its simplicity,
opening to the unexpected abandonment
of time, knowing the apex of evolution.

i get up late, stretching my arms
with a strange love on the edge of my eyes,
not looking for anything beyond this sunless now
and its sweet gift .

can’t bear this miraculous moment:
the birth of another one of my many lives.
alone, i keep self-fertilizing myself
with my own poetry, multiplying my (in)completeness.
i lack nothing apart from mushrooms and
their fast beauty, I need nothing but their taste
dissolving the morning in my mouth again.

Karla Bardanza

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2012

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