Sunset at Luquillo wetlands
Brings the biting flies
As night sky caresses
The murmuring sand
El coco que habla
Me preguntó, cowrie eyes smiled
About the twilight Idlewild
Donde llegó mi papá
He said he was Elegguá
But was wise to front Changó
At parties, in the bodega
Where he had to let go
And declaim the colonial critique
Of privatized electric chic
The long hours spent sweating
The centuries of remembering
Surplus avionetas in northward flow
Slow danced mainland passage
Loss of original language
Nostrand is no place to go
When the jíbaro dance
In the Caborrojeño
Spelled the death of the docile
Somnambulant bugaloo
The coco could only
Speak in tongues freely
The babble of the balneario
Espíritu of the coíony
The décima ringing
Spirit called Lavoe
Alchemical singing
Breaking bad flow
Changó outside,
Elegguá down low
The crossed flag of Lares
Always lets you know
Copyright © 2024 by Ed Morales. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on December 10, 2024, by the Academy of American Poets.
