I was a quiet landscape before you
A single purposed bird
Illimitably moving
Towards – color
A consciousness
Where nothing is taken
Nothing is given
And still the earth opens
As if it cannot bear to remain one
I loved you here
Long after the sun withdrew its hand
There is a stillness here that doesn’t feel empty…
it feels already whole, even before anything begins.
“I was a quiet landscape before you”—
as if nothing was missing,
and yet something quietly started moving.
Not because it had to.
Not because it was asked.
Just… toward color.
What stays with me is how nothing is taken,
nothing is given—
and still, something opens.
As if some encounters belong to a deeper order,
one we don’t get to measure or explain.
And that last line…
it doesn’t close the poem.
It keeps it alive.
Thank you for leaving a space where something remains—
long after the light has gone.
Mari Sánchez Cayuso 
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