The cathedral wakes

to dull cloudlight.

I am hardly here

in Santiago.


To dull cloudlight

from barely moonlight,

in Santiago

where is the morning?


From barely moonlight

the day recedes.

Where is the morning

in all this gray?


The day recedes

before I know it.

In all this gray

I´d rather be asleep.


Before I know it,

I have to say it.

I´d rather be asleep

on another rainy day.


I have to say it:

I´m hardly here.

On another rainy day,

the cathedral wakes.