a(Dios) ~by Natalia Martinez-Kalinina
- Palabras Con Alas
- 4 days ago
- 1 min read
The thing that light does
to waves
before a storm —
the irascible, softened;
the turbulent, becalmed.
I forget,
¿hay que soltar,
o era saltar?
How rain on skin
leaps into joy—
the opposite of what is coy—
guttural laughter,
a kind of cozy,
uneven trust.
¿Reír es
remedio de valientes?
There—
as close to water
as you can get
without
getting
your eyes
wet.
¿Y si sí?
Unlocked.
Unraveled.
Loosened.
Cleaved.
Acquiesced.
So then,
¿A Dios,
adiós?
Different names,
metabolizing joy,
under a single
torrential sky.
©2026. Natalia Martinez-Kalinina for Palabras con Alas. All rights reserved.
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