simple time

nunca.
you can never make up
a moment wasted or gone by.
so I indulge in all that is right.

our very heart beats
keep an accurate count of time.
cada pulso
avienta sangre viva.
and we can anticipate
the stroke of midnight
or a mala hora,
but we cannot predict it.

clocks are just simplistic ways
of measuring relativity
and infinity.

By Evangelina Vigil-Piñón

This poem was taken from Canto Al Pueblo: An Anthology of Experiences, published by PENSA BOOKS, 1978, Texas.