Picture Frame

I have an empty picture frame

With enough space for you

It’s just sitting here

Dusty, forgotten, still a little blue

Found it on my desk

While I cleaned it out today

Underneath the bills and take-home tests

Just there, not even in the way

I think it’s waiting for you

It just sits there

With nothing much to do

It has no image to share

It desires, more than anything

To reveal an image of you

With all the corners beautifully uncurled

Back when you were almost thirty-two

But it knows not what you look like

It doesn’t even know your name

It just sits there in the sunlight

Glistening... a lonesome picture frame

© Kathya J. Castañeda

Empty Hands

When the chalk dust has settled, her hands are empty

After the baby has suckled, her arms are empty

When the last chapter has been read, her hands are empty

After the car door closes, her hands are empty

When the phone goes down for the night, her hands are empty

After the meal has been eaten, her hands are empty

When the clothes and dishes have been washed, her hands are empty

After the bills have been paid, her hands are empty

When the mop and broom have done their job, her hands are empty

After she slips into her stiletto heels, her hands are empty

When the wounds have been cleaned, her hands are empty

After the reports are handed in, her hands are empty

When the kids go off to school, her arms are empty

After her love has been shared, her arms are empty

They are empty, but they are free

© Kathya J. Castañeda

Secretos de la Luna

¿Qué secretos guardará la luna?

Que me queda viendo, sonriendo.

 

¿Qué será lo que ella espera?

Que se pasea por la noche entera

 

¿Qué será lo que sabe la luna?

Que me recuerda de tu amor sin lagrima ninguna. 

¿Qué será todo lo que ella ve?

Que carga en su cara, La Virgen y su bebé

 

¿Qué secretos tendrá la luna?

Que nos rodea con su manto y nos ilumina.

© Kathya J. Castañeda