INVOCATION TO THE RAIN

Tell me if it starts to rain
and a big drop like a sun plummets
coming from heaven’s palm in crisscrossed lines
down to the crystal geranium sown among the wooden pots of the patio.

Tell me, what should I do?
Which psalm does that key unlock?

And not tarrying there, it unveils a prism of reflections
A drumming peace on the glass and the window
It incites the neighbors' envy
with an angry stone in their hands.

Tell me, what should I do?
Which gospel does that door knock down?

And let loose on the skin
As it forgets its natural boundaries
It invades our bodies that lie
Stretched out in the dignified posture of love

Tell me, what should I do?
Which word does that drop unleash?