Barro antigo

deito nas mãos retalhos do barro antigo                                                                                          
e adentro o tempo
como o alcatraz o albor

de manhã                                                                                                                                           
desenho tijolos                                                                                                                                   
junto-os um por um

de tarde                                                                                                                                       
construo o alicerce                                                                                                                                     
as paredes                                                                                                                                                
o telhado as portas as janelas                                                                                                      
 o fogão de lenha

de noite                                                                                                                                           
a bisa conversa                                                                                                                          
sentada na cadeira de balanço na varanda                                                                                          
a vó prepara bolo de fubá                                                                                                                                       
e a mãe (silenciosa) põe os meninos para dormir

a casa de barro está pronta



Poema do livro Memorial dos meninos | Rudinei Borges | 2014