At a bus window
steamed by a long journey’s haul
a little boy, his eyes
unrepentantly, almost like lightning
with just one of his fingers drew
the solution to the enigma.
Observing his work
the conjunction of numbers and letters,
he sheathed, unflinching, his sweater’s sleeve
saluting thus the mist and its clearings
in order to admire the landscape.
Translated by Claudia Rojas
“Seed” first appeared in the collection Paseantes (Ediciones del Temple, 2009).
You can read and listen to the poem in the original Spanish here.