THE SIN

Catalonia 2015

 

Poverty sent you far from home

and the sin accompanies us always.

Today we're down from hill forests,

shedding leaves on hotel carpets.

I sense the energy of coming rain.

 

In narrow streets the heavens open,

we dive inside a tiny seafood place

and later, tapping to a disco beat

chill out with studded girls in leather,

all party mode and San Miguel.

 

I guessed they would have liked

your lovely company all night

though that was never on ther cards.

In my country, you told them

they could cut your throat for that.

 

But when you're sleeping soundly

I watch fireworks from across the bay:

arcs of light from unknown places,

drink the complimentary fizz, think

how they didn't want to let you in

 

Nine Muses Poetry, October 2019, Editor Annest Gwilym