Moving Bodies

Nostalgia

The silence that the world shouts

Is more than enough to make me cry

And the caress that the wind whips

Leaves with roughness where sting remains

The world has its way of speaking

To people whose voice is lost

During those moments when they travel

Along the shoreline of broken pieces

In the deepest trench of desolation

On the falling face of a fragile earth

Photo by John Marthin Albayalde

And when I hear the world’s voice

I only hear the same thing, again and again-

“I will keep on moving, I swear”

The world doesn’t care

It doesn’t move for anyone

Not for the falling leaves

And splattering rain

And wrecked people

Like you and I

The world just moves because it does