The Right Things

some people have congregated
around the right books

knitted eyebrows
hands holding chins

discussing about
the solidity of characters
the sharp social criticism
the fine storytelling skills
the themes of life and death and love
revisited.

some others are pondering
about the right album

slowly bobbing heads
huge earphones like a toreador’s hat

applauding how it
departs from earlier tradition
experiments with different genres
achieves a new sound
deserves its place
among this year’s revelations.

and me

I’m alone
on a crossroad

surrounded by water
and headless rice stalks

completely incapable of
analyzing
describing
naming
daring to conjecture what could be
the right afternoon light.