Sleepwalking by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

Join me in sleepwalking
without fear.
The weight of the world
is all wind.

We can climb walls with
our eyes closed.
We can run against the wind
and the world.

We can take measured steps
and slow turns.
We can let the man know the sky
is limitless.

My sleepwalking is all I have.
Touch my heart.
Meet where the day begins to
fade away.

Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal lives in California and works in Los Angeles. His poetry and art has appeared in Black Petals, Black Poppy Review, Blue Collar Review, Escape Into Life, Four Feathers Press, and Kendra Steiner Editions.

Sleeping Ears by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

Faintly, the ears hear a sliver
of silence, the silence of places
and spaces. They hear the echo
of faraway days. The rhythm and
sounds of the moon reach the
sleeping ears. A field of sounds
in a field of dreams fill the silence.
Cosmic crickets explode their
song inside the sleeping ears.
They plant a tree in the sleeping 
ears and from each leaf a cricket
sings and shakes the planted tree.

Born in Mexico, Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal, has lived in California for 45 years. He works in the mental health field in Los Angeles. His poetry has appeared in Ariel Chart, Blue Collar Review, Kendra Steiner Editions, Unlikely Stories, and Yellow Mama Magazine.