from the photographic series "Water Wastelands" by Señor Manuel Piña
A title gives no hint
to help understand the story
of a man diving off a concrete pier
somewhere in Cuba.
The stark photograph
captures him in swim trunks,
already wet before this dive.
Water slicks his muscular legs.
He has not removed his shoes --
perhaps headed to a place across the water
where he will have to run
on a stony shore.
Small waves, high clouds, no land in sight.
The black and white of the picture
do not reveal the color of the sea, the sky.
A man's naked back
poised on the edge.
Always they were murmuring during those 40 years,
dissatisfied by this thing or that which had gone wrong.
My tent pitched so securely in the solid earth of you, and I believing always in your faithfulness and strength were nearly destroyed.
So I stepped out of the stagnant air of the shelter we had built together and I stopped murmuring and I shouted instead to the wind.