when August is about to end,
I think about the leaves that incessantly fall
from calendars. I believe I am the tree of calendars.
Every passing day, leaves me wondering
if the one who loses a father is an orphan,
if a man who loses his wife is widower,
what name do we give the loser?
What do we call an idler of time?
And if I myself am time,
what shall I name myself,
if I lose myself?
Day and night, not Monday or Tuesday,
or August or September. Day and night
are the measure of how long we last.
To open and close our eyes is to last.
At this hour, every night, forever,
I am the one who lost the day.
Sergio A. Ortiz is a gay Puerto Rican
poet and the founding editor of Undertow
Tanka Review. He is a two-time Pushcart nominee, a four-time Best of the
Web nominee, and a 2016 Best of the Net nominee. He is currently working on his
first full length collection of poems, Elephant Graveyard.