bicycling across the grand canyon
do you remember what you told me? i say.
we were riding across the grand canyon on a tandem
bike on a tightrope
and you tried to scare me by rocking the bike.
but do you remember what you told me? i say.
sweat flew from my body to yours as we kept
and then we stopped—
look down, you said, rock and grass and water, look forward
and all you see is the horizon.
close your eyes looking down, you said, the
sunneverrises the sunneversets, there are no eclipses.
there is certainty in looking down.
To Rise/To Sink
As I swim I
fumble over words.
She once told me a shadow
is a shadow to a shadow.
Stare/look/glare into sun remove sweat
from your forehead so that you will sweat.
Sound out the words give
no (new) meaning,
I remember drowning, standing
straight a general unregretful.
She held my hand I held her
hand we held each other’s hands.
She rose like a rose petal
rises in water.
I didn’t (our) hands (linked)(together)
She rose again she dropped, she rose, she
dropped, she rose, I let go, she rose, she rose, she—
Diego Barcacel Peña is an English (creative writing) major who likes to write poetry and sleep through classes at SUNY Geneseo. He would like to be friends with Gregor Samsa because he likes to have friends that he can make fun of and abuse. He also likes a friend that makes him look more attractive.