The Faithless Latin Lover

Tranquilo, she said, and I said no, There are doors through which I cannot go. The earth is firm beneath my feet. Gravity — or gravitas — can easily defeat Your infantile illusions, the cruel delusions Of your groundless faith. To depend on it is quite unsafe.

With the evidence so slim, It’s a chimera, a careless whim, A promise unfulfilled. It’s a place that unskilled novelists and priests and poets creep in darkness when they cannot sleep. My feet (and visions) are firmly on the ground.

Contento, I said. And she said no, I’ve found doors through which you’ll never go. Earth spins silently on its axis. There is nothing for you but death and taxes. But I have seen a face behind a cloud And its speaks clearly and quite loud, It says, “I am the light.”

Well that must have given you a fright, My love, my life, my lightning. It’s little wonder Your grip on reality has been split asunder. Behind the clouds there is indeed a universe That has proved itself unwilling to converse With NASA, SETI, or the Saragossa Sea. Believe me. Believe in me.

Veremos, she said. We’ll see.