Southern Cross
by Regina Faunes

Tuesday we watched our lives
drain out of us,
like watching the sea:
beautiful and terrifying.
Then we ate fish baked in lemon butter
and a little cayenne.

Every night the cats sleep in a little closer;
a counterpoint to the boys we had
long ago in a village by the ocean,
where we watched the Southern Cross
shoot across our dome of night sky
while the children folded into us,
as if to find a portal back
across the constellations
to where they left something
irretrievable.

The night sky pointed us one way,
whispered instructions in the sea breeze,
sibilant and wise.
We went the opposite direction,
are forever going the other way
spinning like tops
trying to rustle up our own wind
in this still space.









by Regina Faunes

What now?
Of the floppy leaves
On the fig tree, sensuous
In a way
Devoid of motives.
What now?  
Of the rocking chairs, empty,
Rocked by the wind.
What now?  
Of the fine mist that fell
The day we left, like vapor
Rising up from the earth
To blur the sharp edges
That hurt us.
What now?
Of the sea crashing around below,
Tireless in its call.

We walked down the dusty path
Past empty houses,
Towels flapping in the breeze
On decks where potted geraniums
And wild vines  
Shoved at each other
In their efforts to secure
A view of us as we made
Our way to the shore.






                     ____________________________


Regina Faunes graduated from the University of Texas, where she
received her Ph.D. with a focus on Latin American Literature.  She
teaches Spanish at St. Edward’s University, where she has worked
since 2001.  Faunes was born in Guatemala, but her family moved to
Santiago, Chile, before her first birthday.  She was raised in Santiago
and came to the United States to attend the university.  She has published
a short story in
Tropos, a journal published by Michigan State University,
and a poem in
Borderlands: Texas Poetry Review.    


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