by Cesar Moran-Cahusac
How did this poem come about?
Well one night I walked into Paddy’s, the Irish bar in Cusco; the one the proudly says it’s the highest Irish owned bar in the world and sat at the bar. As I ordered a bottle of beer and a glass I saw that the bar was packed with thirsty parishioners, all rowdy and telling each other of their adventures while visiting Machu Picchu or maybe celebrating their Salkantay hike. There was laughter and a lot of clanking.
The bartender, a young woman, was running back and forth serving and talking with a big smile that shone more with her dark black curls. But the peacefulness was interrupted by one customer who insisted in inviting her to partake in shots. She laughed and kindly rejected his offer, but the man insisted and got her to have a shot or two with him.
This individual was quite drunk and behaved as a continuous and persistent whirlwind that was full of heat. or of himself. and wanted her to drink more while boasting out loudly that he would take her with him that night. As the young woman moved about I got a glimpse of a phoenix she had as a tattoo on her back that swirled as she was serving and bringing drinks.
This interaction made me feel like I was in the middle of a windy day where the leaves are blown carelessly and the feathers of the fire bird flew with them. In fact every time she said NO, this man blew a fit that sent his frustration all over the room like those colorful leaves and feathers.
In a brief moment she turned; we exchanged glances and she smiled at me as if to say: “No worries I have this under control. I am used to taming ferocious winds that don’t bite." And as she turned her head back to him, the gentleman left tumbling away with a breeze.
Now enjoy the poem!
She Said No To The Wind
Wuthering wind came and blasted her with words and she said No.
The wind was bringing up storms, chasing her with arrogant bluffs and she said No
In doing so she rode them like an acrobat, a barefoot fire dancer.
As she hovered she swiftly looked at me, her gaze had beaming sparks.
In an instant the wind dumped air all over the place and she said No
Delivering vanquishing thoughts the wind smirked; stomping hurricanes on the walls and she said no.
She turned around and the phoenix on her back, brushed its tail on my face.
The event drove me to serene incantations; into a land of imaginary constellations.
In her move a myriad of colorful feathers flew through the room as she said no.
The wind left howling; dragging a breeze and with her eyes said: “I like your energy.”
I slid on her grin, fantasizing that one could see the sun, the moon and stars through her dark curls.
I said: “How so?”
She: “When your eyes crossed mine I read fantasy, a will for care.”
I held her hand and we danced to courageous tunes leaving a trail of happiness over the wooden floor.
In the affair the solar bird was flicking its feathers; creating a maze of delight.
Cesar Moran-Cahusac is an ecologist, peace advocate and martial artist whose poetry weaves an expansive range of exotic, sensual and surprising life experiences into a dance of verbal refinement. From pig farmer to poet, from Sensei to CEO, from dreamer to truth-seeker, a man without energy and enthusiasm, he certainly is not. After gaining a master's degree from the Yale School of Forestry, Cesar returned to his native Peru to lead the Amazon Conservation Association, an international NGO spanning three countries: the United States, Bolivia and Peru. Cesar is a third-degree black belt in Aikido, a Japanese martial art known as "The Way of Peace," and the students at his dojo in Cusco, Peru, lovingly know him "Sensei." She Said No to the Wind is Cesar's first full length publication.
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