Ophelia Resurrects and Reinvents Among
       the Cypress Trees in New Spain

by Frances Treviño


The quiet rain that makes you sleep
    turned angry in the night.
The wind took up its furious hand,
    called forth electric light.
The Rivers all turned crystal clear,
    the sky was yellow gold,
While in the South your home awaits,
    where epic poems are told.

For on that diamond River bed
    your lover takes in sun.
Her flaming hair floats on the bank,
    she waits for you to come.
And both of you are told to swim
    to ice cold bubbling springs,
As tiny perch guide you beyond
    this underworld of dreams.