Robo

"Was Andalusia here or there? On the land . . . or in the poem?"
                                                                               —Mahmoud Darwish


I must admit to this outright theft.
Before the crickets could impede me,

I reached outside my window
to grab as much of Andalusia as

I could in the palm of my hand.
I took the evening's silver

from the olive trees, the yellow slumber
from the lemons, the recipe for gazpacho.

I made a small incision in my heart
and slipped in as much as my left

and right ventricles could hold.
I reached for a pen and a piece of paper

to ease-out the land into this poem.
I closed the small incision in my heart

and closed the wooden shutters
of my window.
 
Nick Carbo, "Robo" from Andalusian Dawn. Copyright © 2004 by Nick Carbo.  Reprinted by permission of Nick Carbo.
Source: Andalusian Dawn (Cherry Grove Collections, 2004)