Agua Pura

We’ll get to it later.

How will I know when later is?

And will it come late or early?

the secondhand just points away

the sands drift down to a future unknown

Will we be capable of the unknown?

 

The monster raises its broad slimy head

gulping in the greened-over pond.

The creature from the green lagoon

populated from my amygdala

an aqua iguana.

Where will I take my aggression ?

 

I have left Wayne, PA

for the campo of Costa Rica

Pura vida

That’s a bat yawning upside-down

over my candle-lit straw bed.

Is it a vampire bat?

 

I scratch my swollen neck

involuntarily

lying amid the crackling

buzzing, whirring, flying things.

A restless humid dream.

What if I take flying lessons?

 

To be above the jungle canopy

dawn chorus of great green macaws

 padding jaguar dragging its prey

 scurrying white-lipped peccaries

looking for water. And if we install

a village water pipe, agua pura?

 

My Peace Corps project

emerges from my misty dream.

Maria takes me by the hand

Carlotica, tu caballo

necesita mucha agua.

Los campesinos también.

We will be capable of the unknown.

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