Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal- Two Poems

JUST NOBODY

In my sleep
I go on vacation.
It is free.

I could not afford
to go places
any other way.

I never
know where sleep
will take me.

Sometimes I
don’t remember
where I‘ve gone.

I was flying
in one of my dreams,
not like a plane,
but like a bird.

I wore human
clothes and looked
like myself, not like
a bird with wings.

In my sleep
I am many things.
Sometimes I am
just nobody.



THE STORM FROM MY PAST

Like rain from long ago
I go mad as it fills
the canvases in my mind.

My thinking is suspect.
I still remember her,
the storm from my past.