A poem by Humberto Ak’abal and translated from Spanish by Michael Bazzett

The nights are profoundly

…and the darkness is charmed:
it draws sound from great distances,
it makes tiny noises grow.

It has rained;
I’m caked in mud.

My memory
slips back, slips
back until I find my soul as a child
lends itself to that.

I’m a bird without wings,
and to keep from falling
I hold my breath.



Humberto Ak’abal
Michael Bazzett