Maria Rosales was born in
London, and lived in Europe, , and North Africa, Canada Hawaii before settling in California. Her poems have appeared in Meridian Anthology, Byline, Poetry Depth Quarterly, Poetalk, the Nashville Newsletter, The Dirty Napkin Online Magazine, The Contra Costa Times, Medusa’s Kitchen, Brevities, The Art of Awe and several Anthologies. Her book “Time to Fly” was published with Small Poetry Press. She has received many Awards from the Ina Coolbrith Circle, Artists Embassy International, and contests sponsored by Benicia Historical Museum, City of Pleasanton and Livermore Arts. Maria hosted the successful PrimoPoets series for several years, and has served on the Board of Directors for the Ina Coolbrith Circle since 2007. She currently hosts the Writing in Paradise salon in her home in Paradise, California.
“Even puddles touch the sky”
he said, “Despair is not the end…”
His cigarette burned, but the ash did not fall.
She watched transfixed.
He said despair is not the end, but
she held her breath anyway,
watching transfixed, as something between them
detached in slow motion…
Anyway, she held her breath
because suddenly there was no air…
oxygen molecules detached in slow motion.
The sidewalk became a cliff.
Suddenly there was no air beneath
the tightrope of silence strung
across the sidewalk cliffs --
the chasm of fear widening.
Silence. The tightrope strung
between his words sagged. She exhaled --
saw the ash fall finally, land at her feet in a puddle.
Sure enough, ripples reflected the sky.