After two Days of Rain

Soon, the time I have planned for,
will arrive, a jet will land,
and I will disembark, alone.

From a window, the cone
of a volcano, stand-
ing majestic, more

threatening to me
to the city, or you, and
Dayana, that is how is must be.

If we climb it to see
its fire, smoke and
lava, I will  surely

fear for her more than you, city
that is her home, the place
where she was born.

Come Monday, Guatemala City,
Guate, I will try to keep pace
with your heartbeat, early morn

until late night
and every poem I write
will be for the new love

I’ve found in you.