Should I find inspiration in the way
The black birds move from one tree to the other
As if they were expecting war?
Should I be inspired by the creaking concert of the clouds?
By how the wooden logs
Resemble death cadavers waiting for baptism?
Should I be inspired by the monumental line of the branch?
By the desolation of a fallen nest?
Should I, then, be inspired?
Inspiration flies away as soon
As I try to capture it with the movements of my hands.