Julián Esteban Torres López
The wind was born without a shadow.
Nature's miscarriage gave birth to a ghost.
But like love
the wind is felt
and even though the wind heavily breathes
it still questions its very being …
searches for some sort of sign
that will provide answers for its queries …
for when it hovers above ponds and lakes
there is no reflection to prove
that the wind's fingers actually do run
through fields of grass
for we are told reflection is existential
only in geometric form
and nonexistent if there are no points to be placed
upon a coordinate system.
During its journey
the wind brushes by fireflies
—they worship the sun.
Even those with lit paths feel lost at times.
The wind tries to hold its breath
as it breezes by them
so as to not distract them from their pilgrimage
or blow out their lanterns.
Even though they worship different gods
—the fireflies and the wind—
they understand one another.
They bow their heads as if saying,
"Good luck on your journey, also."
So, the wind now wanders
by means of wonder …
tries to find its mother
within a whirl of hope.
"Maybe Mother will be able to clarify
of my being
if I find her?
For, if I have a mother means
I was born.
And if I was born,
then I may
Julián Esteban Torres López: “I am a bilingual, Colombia-born culture architect with Afro-Euro-Indigenous roots. For two decades, I have worked toward humanizing those Othered by oppressive systems. I am the founder of the social justice storytelling organization The Nasiona, where I also host and produce The Nasiona Podcast. I’m a Pushcart Prize and Best Small Fictions nominee, a Trilogy Award in Short Fiction finalist, and the author of Marx’s Humanism and Its Limits and Reporting On Colombia. My work appears in PANK Magazine, Into the Void Magazine, The Acentos Review, among others. My poetry collection, Ninety-Two Surgically Enhanced Mannequins, is available now.”