A Different Morning Altogether


Rain thunders on the roof

the balcony railing

and umbrellas of kids

in uniforms heading to school

it flattens the soccer field

rushes through trees

while the asphalt darkens

on a two-lane by-way


in bed

I listen to water crashing

sheets crumpled at my feet

I listen and believe the sky

wishes to pound

the curves of Costa Rica





I lean against the railing

studying the view

we paid two extra dollars to see


my skin unfamiliar

with the weight of air

will soon forget being

without its constant touch

heavy and humid


time moves slower here

I watch men in shorts

sit beneath an awning across the street

sipping cervezas

their mouths move

but I only hear the rush of rain