Institut Ramon LLull

You had always believed you were the animal:

gazelle that crossed the forest at night

in search of a slice of sky more vast

and it’s disoriented and lost and scared

when suddenly it sees the headlights of a car

(how they blind it, how we forge ahead,

how they freeze its back and arch its spine).

Always thinking you were the victim,

always fearing a sharp hit on the hood

-blood staining the glass, no time to scream.

Instead, today you’re surprised to realize

that in the photo captured by the cameras

the hands that grip the wheel are like yours.