Contraponto

This way I lift my leg
To gaze far at the wide horizon
Is the counterpoint of drinking dawns
When I steep my soul to savor the bitter

This silence that brings me distance
That pleases me the song between field and sky
Is the counterpoint of lighting the fire
I measure a meter and a little from the spur to the hat

This courage to fight with a dagger
To be a giant for freedom
Is the counterpoint of gathering calves
And waving to the old and being humble

This audacity to seek the new
Without stepping on the trail or reigniting the embers
Is the counterpoint of having a sweetheart and children
And staying around the house