Yet, I stand right here…
Deep in a tranquilized ocean…
As bodies of 6am…
Cluster after coffee.
Strangers blind today…
As we’ll be… tomorrow…
Quivering just like this…
Lost within ourselves.
The somnolent mountains spring to life
Like the dainty flowers in bloom
Little birds perched on tree branches
Chirp in unison to greet the royal sun
The sweet scent of red rose blossoms
Fill the morning air with heavenly perfume
While bees hum seductive tunes to the flowers
As they flap their wings with the butterflies
The sun gives a lazy wave of greeting
As I walk through the little heaven
Anticipation consumes my senses
As nature unfolds its pristine masterpiece
In the splash of wave and warmth of breeze
Squirrels scamper from tree to tree
Climbing up and down like chimpanzees
For nuts to scrounge and corn kernels
Mockingbirds and sparrows flit about
While buttercups exude their wildest hues
The wind caresses in undulating grace
The hushing leaves of piñon pine trees
The cry of chirping thrushes
Resonate the song of nature's bliss
As gleaming spires of lemongrass
Proclaim its genealogic class
Tide of memories sweep the heart
Of love and lovers fallen apart
As summer memories held so dear
Overwhelm a soul inured to tears
On a little narra table
she sets the plates,
each with three hanging rice
and a quarter of lechon;
while he broils some meat
on a rack over hot coals,
the heat of the sun
and the coals before him
scorching his cheeks and forehead.
Smiles paint the little faces
of their children running against
the count of hide and seek
with the other kids in the plaza.
As the embers dry to the cooling sun
she calls them all to gather round
hands washed, faces flashing
they say a little prayer
before partaking
from the small banquet of love.