Poem – Finale 

We’ve counted only nine, 

but the family’s much bigger.

A connection of Elements, 

that make a union.
Only together do they make a difference, 

and make up the world around you.

The sky above you, 

The ground below you.
You, yourself, are an Element.

And your family and friends.

We are all Elements.

Finale – Pablo Neruda

Matilde, years or days 

sleeping, feverish, 

here or there, 

gazing off, 

twisting my spine, 

bleeding true blood, 

perhaps I awaken 

or am lost, sleeping: 

hospital beds, foreign windows, 

white uniforms of the silent walkers, 

the clumsiness of feet. 
And then, these journeys 

and my sea of renewal: 

your head on the pillow, 

your hands floating 

in the light, in my light, 

over my earth. 
It was beautiful to live 

when you lived! 
The world is bluer and of the earth 

at night, when I sleep 

enormous, within your small hands