One day, picking guavas with the girl,
she lowered the branch and said to the air
—unaware that she was teaching me—
Guava is a blessed fruit.
Her movement, her illuminated face
agitated the dust and spirit in the air:
The Kingdom is within us;
God dwells in us.
There is no escaping the hunger of joy.
Translated from the Portuguese by Jessica Goudeau
The Image archive is supported in part by an award from the National Endowment for the Arts.