Carla Mesa Guzzo, pág 5

Carla Mesa Guzzo is a Colombian-Italian-Canadian, born and raised in Toronto. Her poetry, prose, and visual art are informed by her relationship with myth, the past, the landscape, and her over-active imagination. She is currently pursuing a PhD in Egyptology at the Near and Middle Eastern Civilizations Depart in the University of Toronto.

BATTLE CRY

It was a mercy, I thought, To hide myself in your shadow and keep from blinding you with my light. To be patient with you, and wait to reveal myself Until you found your own. But, it turns out, I am neither merciful nor very patient. You were content, I think, to let me linger there in your tiny shade. And when I stepped out at last, into the fullness of myself, Your petulant, stamping indigence was like the mewling of a child Before the roar of the raging sea.

NOCTURNS

I find it easy, often, To pray to the Moon, Rather than some lofty, bearded god. For in the silence and the stillness of the night We can regard each other. Face to face. And whether or not she listens, I know that She is there.

TRAFFIC

Cities are gods And we are the thoughts running through their minds.