Hello everyone, after a brief interlude for some reflection and redirection to my very young blog, No U Turs Allowed is back again up and running. I've been thinking about what to write and share on this space and serendipity has put in my way it's often intruding hands. My friend Johnny Bosche (who is also a writer) has posted on his Facebook account a poem by whom until today I realized was a mutual friend of ours. Ricardo Pau-Llosa is a poet, writer, professor and an authority on Latin American art. This incredible poem that Johnny posted is a sparkle of the way in which Pau-Llosa handles imagery and context into that mysterious force called poetry. Enjoy
Nicodemus Man
Imagine you are a predator
in a nature show on TV,
and your only food is a dying breed,
one of whose members is scrounging
in the snowy earth twenty feet away,
a den of its wrinkled pups waiting nearby,
and you are too hungry to consider
any change in the millennial menu,
and it is then, six feet from your lunge,
that the growl of your empty gut
betrays your position. But the prey
mothers on softly munching,
and it is clear she is deaf
and focused only on her hope,
and cannot notice you until
your jaw clamps and your claw tears,
and it is clear that God, your God,
has answered you.
For more on the poet visit his official website
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