A village wakes up from a rainy night
Owned by many a coving dove
Empty ancestral streets connect giant colonial stones
As a Sunday prepares for Church
Floors filthy with dirt from last night’s youth
Bars open serving black coffee and cakes
To old men who woke up early today
To share their news and loud laughing jokes
Green mountains stand tall in the mist far above
A cow sighs good morning to me
Her mouthful of greens makes me stop at her smile
As her eyes take warm hostage of mine
She chews and she smiles
And I tell her out loud
How lucky she is to live here
To eat from these juicy grasses and greens
To drink from this pound and be safe
Women walk down to the sound of the chapel’s bells
By the entrance they meet with their men
Together they pray for those that are gone
And for those who are new here as well
A woman sells bread in the park by the church
A man molests black hopping vultures
This moment of peace don’t break ’til some tough speeding bikes
Wake the sweet past sounds up to the now