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.