It Might Be Lonelier

It might be lonelier

Without the Loneliness

I'm so accustomed to my Fate

Perhaps the Other -Peace

Would interrupt the Dark

And crowd the little Room

Too scant -by Cubits- to contain

The Sacrament -of Him-

I am not used to to hope

It might intrude upon

Its sweet parade -blaspheme the

place-Ordained to Suffering

It might be easier

To fail -with Land in Sight-

Than gain -My Blue Peninsula-

To perish - of Delight-

Emily Dickinson

Fotos: Enero 2008, Uruguay.