- Flux Magazine
"To Love What is Mortal" Cristian Tamayo
Updated: Feb 17, 2020
By midmorning
the half auburn light of fall
spilled through the still
damp cold air and broke
the silence of the day with its
slow growing wake.
The whistles of the birds settling
into the tall sprawling trees,
the distant low humming
noises of vehicles passing,
and the few words softly
spoken by the people who
wandered from place
to place all began
fading into one
conjugating,
almost inaudible,
meaningless sound.
All of it beating
irregularly, carried
by the whisper
of the wind.
A murmuration
rippling across
coursing
and dimming
further out.
Something entirely new
from the uncoupling
of its original
form.
A composition;
not losing,
not gaining,
only changing.
In these instances,
everything coalesces
into a singularity
with the soul.
And, I waited in all that for her.