En la Casa

- Dulce Bucio (Iowa, USA)

We are in the kitchen.

The click and clatter

of the dishes

match the beat of the music

playing from the old radio.

We, too,

move

Al ritmo de nuestros corazones.

He washes the dishes

while I dry them off.

We sit at the table.

We tell stories of our days

sobremesa y

Por fin, juntos.

The clock ticks past 6

The sun moves

to the living room.

We follow,

We dance slowly.

Te tengo a ti y tu a mi.

We are together,

holding each other.

Even in silence,

and in darkness.

Juntos por fin.