Kates Playground Candy Stripes

ODE TO PRESENT - Pablo Neruda





this

smooth as a table,
fresh
this hour, this day

clean as a new glass-past


there is no web-

finger touch
this,

cut its measure
his head
outbreak
is alive, living
,
nothing irremediable
yesterday,
of lost past is our

creature is growing


at this moment, is taking
sand is eating
in our hands,
take it,
non-slip,
not lost in dreams
no words,
grab him, hold him


and arrange it to obey you, do
way
bell
machine
kiss book
caress, short

delicious fragrance of wood and it

Become a chair

braid their support,
try it,

or ladder!

If
ladder

up in this,

rung by rung,

feet firmly on the wood
this,
upward
upward
not very high, only

up you can repair


roof leaks,
not very high,
not go to heaven, reaches

apples,
no clouds, those

let them go
heaven
go backwards. You

you
your present, your apple
:

take it in your tree, lift it up


in your hand

shines like a star,
touch it,
híncale
andate tooth and whistling on the road.