My father’s heart pulsates: I am, I am.
Still, an electrocardio-
exposes the shadow of a sorrow
embracing his chest
that soon a scalpel
must incise, when a moment, at rest,
will either bloom into a petal
or spawn a leaf
no longer green,
but born of the grief
the earth entombs in its spleen.
Inside my father, look, blood flows
into a branch
wintering within the invisible snow’s
Even so, for him I write against the eternal Good Night,
against a flight into the distant, closing door.
Do you see, from dark to daybreak’s light,
my father breathes, and breathes once more.
Copyright © Alessandra Trinidad 2014
Alessandra Trinidad lives in Aberdeen. Among other publications, her work has appeared in Ink Sweat & Tears and 14 Magazine.