From B. to B.

by Blanca Castellón

( When I lose myself )

Dear Blanca
I haven’t seen you of late

you’ve been
insubstantial
ethereal
transparent
and all those things
that prevent
our meeting

I guess you’ve used
your wings
and risen
to the clouds
you like so much

I say this because yesterday
when I looked up at the sky
one seemed to have
your exact profile

I thought out loud:
Blanca come down
I need you
and a sudden breeze
brought tears
to my eyes.

Translated by Roger Hickin