Copihue Poetry

Time passes
when you least expect it
I salvage memories
that if I didn’t enter the sea
would disappear.
 
Every root or blade of grass I step on
transforms into the key

I need to reach
my elusive memories
 
The moon shuts its eyes
so I return to the day
that one when we met
and when the sun wakes
we say goodbye
 
We will all go back to the start
nothing prevents us from reaching
our terrifying
reality.