Absent Thoughts by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal
In deep contemplation
the absent thoughts creep in
waiting for something
to return, something missing,
I have no idea what will come
traveling back into my life.
I gaze at the trees and the stones.
I wonder what they are waiting for.
I get tired of waiting.
I go here and there.
I’m always walking somewhere.
I could walk all day if I did not get tired.
It is a horrible feeling.
I am tormented by some thoughts
moving around in my head.
I would hate to be left behind.
When my thoughts go away
and I relax, I can think clearly.
I am envious of the tree
and about the things it thinks about.
I can sense thoughts of tenderness.
I am envious of the stones.
I suppose they are mastering
thinking in still silence.
©2020 Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal
Born in Mexico, Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal has lived in California since the mid 1970’s. He works in the mental health field in Los Angeles. He is the author of Raw Materials, published by Pygmy Forest Press. His last chapbook, Make the Light Mine, was published by Kendra Steiner Editions. His recent poetry has appeared in Heroin Love Songs, Mad Swirl, Unlikely Stories, Under the Bleachers, Yellow Mama Magazine, and ZYX.