riff #73

riff #73

the whir of the refrigerator sounds like the humming of ice
the roosters kikiriki their morning greetings
a long mosquito parlays his way into my back right between the shoulder blades
a pool of itching wells up there
suddenly a cat his scream a dog growl
little orange cat on the patio completely unscathed
ants crawl around my feet
the morning birds slowly wake up
the songs in their throats shake out feathers
a large truck struggles up the hill
red tail lights glowing in the morning dark
the sound of a motorboat off in the distance
fishermen with heavy skin off to pull silvery-finned fish from the sea
for food for money for it is the only thing they know to do
the sound of feet marching down the hill
perhaps a school child in his or her green and white uniform
the faint sound of music and alarms
perhaps the colonia is waking up
the tap tapping click clicking and pat patting of the world shifting itself into upright
the sun opens up the sky
light
white pastel orange pink and blue
a cool breeze
the shadows of trees and hanging laundry
a baby bird tries its lungs
the sound of coughing coming up the path
little orange cat cries then walks away
I am unsettled, itchy, and tired
a rooster’s cry feels like a call to the road
leave it all
pack a bag and leave it all