Becomes the tree
by George Angel
Becomes the tree,
swallows and shoe, roots
birds by destination.
The meaning of shape,
the meaning wanting to make.
The soft ground swallows,
becomes held.
The mind as a wish.
Horizontally, all is within.
Light becomes the connective tissue
between dark shapes.
Hats off, fondly,
a leaf spin,
a canopy reflected
on the surface of spectacles.
Wings needed,
with a stutter.
George Angel was born in San Francisco, California in 1964. He is the son of Colombian parents. He lived in and around San Francisco for the first thirty years of his life, and moved in 1995 to Medellin, Colombia, where he lives and works. He has published poems, stories, and essays in numerous U.S. and Canadian magazines. From 1991 to 1993, he was a Wallace Stegner Fellow in Fiction at Stanford University. In 1996, Fiction Collective 2 published his book of stories, The Fifth Season, as winner of the 1995 Nilon Award. He also publishes poems, stories, and essays in Spanish under the name Mario Angel Quintero. He is a visual artist and the director and playwright of the theater company Parpado Teatro, which has been active in Medellin since 2003.
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