STATES OF ANIMO by MARIO BENEDETTI.

STATES OF ANIMO 

by MARIO BENEDETTI.

Sometimes I feel
like poor hill
and other mountains
of repeated peaks
sometimes I feel
like a cliff
and in others like a sky
blue but far

Sometimes one is
spring between rocks
and other times a tree
with the last leaves
but today I feel just
as an insomniac lagoon
with a pier
no longer boats

a green lagoon
motionless and patient
conform to your algae
its mosses and its fish
serene in my confidence
trusting that one afternoon
you approach and you look at
you look at me.