The breeze touches its fingertips
to the tender undersides of the leaves. They glow
and gently tremble.
They are startled and lifted
with a breath, with another. They come awake.
Like the sensitive fingers of the blind,
the leaves strum the wind;
they feel out and decipher its edges,
its surging outlines, its thickness.
those fluid silent keys.
Bracho, Coral. “The Breeze.” Trans. Forrest Gander. Firefly Under the Tongue: Selected Poems of Coral Bracho. New York: New Directions, 2008.