By: Angel Perdomo
The bejeque flower—endemic to Tenerife—as photographed by the author.
It is what is natural, what is in our eyes, between our gaze
it grasps the grace of the tension within this space.
It is the chase, the chant, the chirps we share,
from breath-taker to breath-giver,
in the hope to hope,
and where no one is spared despair.
It is when it all rushes rapidly, reasonless, like tropical rain,
or when a horse runs with no rein,
the wind wining down after the storm, or the beast catching its breath,
or the radiant rising sun reaching the edge, or each revolution of the earth.
Pure and beautiful, all the time, everywhere.
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