In the small courtyard,
Behind the wall
With the locked gate
I watch the lights of the feria
Far below.

Where I long to be,
Guitars,
Hand clapping,
Flamenco.
The space of time
Within the night
Pregnant with clarity.

My sensuality,
Incarnate witness
To my spirituality,
I want to live,
And live,
Fulfill a litany of desires
Recited in the beating
Of my heart.

But, for tonight,
I am cloistered
With the spiritual sister
Who never traveled
Beyond the convent wall.

She rests dark and quiet,
Centuries beneath the ground.

We say rosaries of different lives.
In her cell,
We meditate.
Dreamless,

Sleep.