orrery

here comes the sun,

the moon with the high waves,
those are the planets,
-only one,
fragile, warm,
hold the secret of the stars-

these rings, circular paths,

offer the time measure
-only that-
and the sideral dust
keep the secret
of the precious atque breuis
human life

look, child,
we are like a punctus
between the big marbles
colored with harmony
by the hand of god

look, little son,

our father
smiles,
he keeps static
the vertical axis
of celestial maps
look, brothers,
the horizon is ours,
the key of our days,
the tone of our hearts,
the bars and the notes
of our own lives
are being written
in this time,
in this exact moment

our hearts
allow us to feel
-between day and night,
among years and centuries-
how god is making the history
and dreaming our stories,
how the void has been defeated
with few letters
sparsed between
several alphabets

we are,
-all we are-
letters,
parts of the lost name of god
which the planets,
the sun, the comets,
the moon,
the stars,
reads on the space' limits
-a day at time-
our dreams, our fears,
our battles, our triumphs,
our hearts, our souls,
our future, our present,
our past, our births

we all have
the same faith:
arrive at the end,
at the same hearth

francisco arriaga
méxico, frontera norte
07 de septiembre de 2020