Transform
To harden the earth
the rocks took charge:
instantly
they grew wings:
the rocks
that soared:
the survivors
flew up
the lightning bolt,
screamed in the night,
a watermark,
a violent sword,
a meteor.
The succulent sky
had not only clouds,
not only space smelling
of oxygen,
but an earthly stone
flashing here and there
changed into a dove,
changed into a bell,
into immensity,
into a piercing wind:
into a phosphorescent arrow,
into salt of the sky.
~Pablo Neruda
This riveting narrative by Pablo Neruda is a favorite of mine. Hope you enjoyed it alongside today’s feature image.
Have a great today!
~Robyn Lee