Héctor Chè Cruz-López





2, 3s: A story of Spring

in the midst of Spring
two trees in a forest
one in flowering bloom
the other one dying in gloom

the flowering tree
all in green
laid a shade
to the grass at her feet
and the tired passers by
birds, lizards and critters
used her branches as shelter
her life was as pleasant and lovely
as the morning’s refreshing moist dew

the tree that was dying
her colour was dull
no foliage to show
her leaves lay below
the branches in sorrow
are covered with moss
roots no longer bring nutrients
no shade under her
no place for the weary
to hide from the sun

some trees die of thirst
others thrive in the draught
some succeed just with moisture
others drown in the rain

the dichotomy of life, once again
manifest in the cycles of nature
one dies, one survives
misplacements of time
seasonal whims
are a mystery of nature








Epipelagia

          in the epipelagic zone, the open waters of the ocean
 receive and welcome the life gift of sunlight

the world ceased to be round
it has become flat again
as a square made of bricks
the flows of the waters
a memory of times past
lay as stagnant reminder
of times of sorrow and grief

crippled are the cold hearts of men
senseless abandon now rules on the earth
the wealthy pray on the poor
supremacist races are the norm of the land
reigning with terror and fear
upon the oppressed, the burdened, the frail

continents once separated by oceans
are now set apart by the hate
frontiers are replaced with walls
human race is divided again
language and cultural barriers are rule
the colour of skin, hair and habits
are no longer obscured by the tolerance canons
Homo sapiens sapiens is no longer one species
lenience, acceptance are things of the past

the waters of the vastness of oceans
have absorbed the warmth
of the absence of conscience
and released it to the storms that avail
“global warming” they call it
a sign of destruction and chaos
disorder, confusion, destruction
anarchy aches, pandemonium
the cycles that we can’t control
are demeaning and haunting our will to survive
the oceans have turned against us
in revenge for our lack of concern

the lands are devoured by the tides
life on the earth will return to the currents
all frontiers dissolve
divisions will cease
at humanity’s ending
all hope will return
to the epipelagic zone of the seas







Spheres
-        the Universe is composed of spheres

in the physical realm
the atmosphere
ionosphere
stratosphere
hydrosphere
lithosphere
magnetosphere

in the biosphere
living things strive to survive
filling their niches
searching for shelter
food and companionship

the humanosphere
has turned its world into voids
a numerosphere of enormous proportions
better described as synthetosphere
chemical bonds by the numbers
genetic modifications
of the currency matter

forgotten are the sensorysphere
the sentimentsphere and the culturisphere
the literaturesphere
went with the poetosphere
into oblivion
end of times
end of faith
end of the hopingsphere
Héctor Chè Cruz-López

Héctor Chè Cruz-López was born and raised in a fishing village in Vieques, a small island off the east coast of Puerto Rico. Since early age, he demonstrated interest in studying the ocean and its mysteries. As an adult, he enrolled and completed a doctorate in marine sciences with a concentration in oceanography. In that capacity, he directs a marine forensics research laboratory in Florida, USA, and is visiting scientist in various marine research institutions in the Bahamas, the Caribbean and the Gulf of Mexico. His poetry is profoundly influenced by the sea. Of his nine published books, he dedicated his last two, Solstice of Solitude and Pelagos: the chronicles of the open oceans, to exposing his knowledge and influence of the oceans. He is currently working in another book about mermaids and lighthouses.