Alao

It’s my daughter who comes 
back from distant times 
to slowly caress me.

I wish the universe would park itself
even at the expense of cosmic catastrophes
for her to not drift away
for her hand to remain
                            like a balm.
 
Translated from the Spanish

Notes:

Read the translator’s note by Claudia Nuñez de Ibieta.

Source: Poetry (October 2024)