You and I are nothing – Rodrigo Hernández

‘What is the wind, what is it’.

This melting has that shape nicely, falling from the sky or emerging strongly.

A box. In it, what.

It comes out, or can I leave.

Air feeds it, if alive something. It breathes or it sleeps. Or it does neither.

If nothing, still it.

A bar of. A shadow of. Two ways of saying

                     is empty

nothing                          and yet

                     is lonely

Under this city a billion tunnels, where one eye is sweetly sweeping.