huele de lluvia
(written while en Mexico...)
the air is cool and humid
the night is fresca
humming
and pulsing
with the energy
of all us together
in the same house
laughing
i walk barefoot
and wriggle my toes
in the dust
as if i could soak it
all up-
and set down
roots
grow out of the tierra
here
en el pais de mi corazon
la familia de mi ser
with dirty feet
i walk to the room
which has become mine
shouting and laughing
mis hermanos
are stumbling and bumping
into each other
laughter wracks the room
and we are all sprawled out-
Lupita is wheezing
Tannya with tears streaming
down her face
Alan giggling
and i am on the floor
face pressed into the tiles
voy a extranarlos
mas que puedo espresar.
the cricket on my pillow
waits to sing
me to sleep
but Pita and i are
talking until the
small hours of the day
again
and i am enamored-
enamorada,
with everything around me.
2 comments:
Oh, how I would love to know the Spanish language as you write...these are the stories that I long to hear.
Lupita, and pillows,and crickets, and dirty feet!!
Life, at it's best, yes!
shan says:
sounds like true joy. i can imagine why u wouldn't want to return to the states...i know that feeling of displacement after being en mexico for only a week or so. so after staying there 2 months? man. i wonder though, do u think it is the same when u are trying to work and make a living there? or are we somewhat spoiled by our trips?
PS: HAPPY THANKSGIVING RACHELL!
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