Latin & Soul
for Joe Bataan 1 some waves a wave of now a trombone speaking to you a piano is trying to break a molecule is trying to lift the stage into orbit around the red spotlights a shadow the shadows of dancers dancers they are dancing falling out that space made for dancing they should dance on the tables they should dance inside of their drinks they should dance on the ceiling they should dance/dance thru universes leaning-moving we are traveling where are we going if we only knew with this rhythm with this banging with fire with this all this O my god i wonder where are we going sink into a room full of laughter full of happiness full of life those dancers the dancers are clapping their hands stomping their feet hold back them tears all those sentimental stories cooked uptown if you can hold it for after we are going away-away-away beyond these wooden tables beyond these red lights beyond these rugs & paper walls beyond way past i mean way past them clouds over the buildings over the rivers over towns over cities like on rails but faster like a train but smoother away past stars bursting with drums. 2 a sudden misunderstanding a cloud full of grayness a body thru a store window a hand reaching into the back pocket a scream a piano is talking to you thru all this why don't you answer it.
From Maraca: New and Selected Poems 1965-2000 by Victor Hernández Cruz. Copyright © 2001 by Victor Hernández Cruz. Published by Coffee House Press. Used by permission of the publisher.
Victor Hernández Cruz
Victor Hernández Cruz was born in 1949 in Puerto Rico. He is the author of numerous collections of poetry, including Beneath the Spanish (Coffee House Press, 2017).
Date Published: 2001-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/latin-soul