Mira – age!
Born at dawn, a colt
Lightening, a thunder bolt
The earth rusting with blood.
New legs waking into today
Blinking hearts opening to
Pegasus, our Menorcan horse.
The surprise foal
Friend to the muses
Sandals becoming hooves.
Unfurling your wings and helping you to stand
Mother Medusa, with neck seeping like sea-foam
Father Poseidon, with hair curling like reigns.
An eagle picking at the placenta
Stretched sinews drying in the August sun
Were we worthy of your gift?
A constellation conceived
The sky shuffling its stars
A single feather falling to the ground.
[Translation notes Spanish to English: mira (look), a hoy (today), meta (foal), alas (wings), criar (rise), volar (to fly)]