Stepping Stones

Your veins pop out

from so much thinking

what should you do

what have you done.

It’s a long road

that stretches you to the limit

of your bag of hopes,

the myriad possibilities of which you dream

while your feet are covered with the dust

of your lived days.

At times you dream

of an unrestrained bell,

tolling for the dead.

At others

-like this-

you rise

you rub your eyes

those of your soul

and you learn,

one more time,

to fly.

Originally  pulished in Spanish by Rosario Curiel at 14:16 on 13 April 2017 here:

http://rosariocuriel.blogspot.com/2017/04/losas.html