"Chewing the soul” poem by Marco Antonio Gabriel

CHEWING THE DAYBREAK

When I woke up,

daybreak was pouring with its warm waters,

the implosive stones of the streets,

the human rivers.

The roads dismantled the world,

into bittersweet waves

light as, at some point,

and everything counted and throbbed the presence.

My affluent sight

with drowsy iris

recapped, over and over, the passage of light,

I saw myself like a new man,

discovering the earth,

and I’d like to name the wind,

throbbing scar

and to the stones,

hearts of iron

nonetheless,

the smell of aged liquor

rested in my maw.

a smooth sweat lied on my skin,

the feeling of having loved,

forever,

dwelled in my bones.

I am chewing the daybreak,

it means the path I must follow,

waves of sound

made by a sweet tone,

started to take me,

and the daybreak,

enter through the mountains

of my mouth.

Marco Antonio Gabriel

Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico, 1977. He holds a bachelor’s degree on Hispanic Letters from the University of Guadalajara, author of the poetry book Tornasol y Fuego by Editorial Paraíso Perdido. He has been published in the Anthologies Poesía viva de Jalisco and 101 poetas - 101 pintores. Internship of the Program for the Artistic Promotion, Creation, and Development, 2008-2009. He is the editor of Ediciones el Viaje.