MISTICA If, in your garden, when I die, when I die, a flower appears; If in a cloud-rumpled sky you see a star, you see a star no one has ever seen; and a bird comes close and murmurs to you, murmurs to you with a sweet sound, opening his beak along your lips saying the things I have said to you; that broken sky, and that flower-- they will be my life changed, all changed, according to God's law. They will be my substance under another face- wing and corolla, coal and mist; they will be my thoughts transformed- odor and air, song and sun. I am a body - when will they bury me? I am a traveler - when do I go? I am a larva, transmuting itself - when will God's law come to pass and O my earth's girl, I become sky and bird, flower and star? --Salvador Diaz Miron Brought to my attention by Carl Harper