We will not appreciate the autumn leaves
unless other stars fall
without shine
in the same forest
that an animal devours another.
We will not appreciate the sun
without going blind.
We will not appreciate the names
of very distant brothers,
thousands of kilometers away,
without the culture we have not consumed.
We will not appreciate
the child's smile,
without the pain of childbirth,
without the previous crying.
We will not appreciate the fish that surrounds our body,
nor the lover who makes the same gesture.
We will not appreciate the days that the moon hid,
because by then it will be too late.
We will not appreciate the written word,
nor Mozart juggling technology,
nor a faded bird,
nor the knee that the ant wants to climb.
We will not appreciate a greeting,
Or the same thing-
the incongruous link
of our goodbyes.
