Silent Raines

(or, ‘The Night’)

Each day the bright sun comes over

The Andes, around Lima

Descends out into the ocean

On its other side…

The sky is beautiful, at sunrise

And twilight

Also the large dark winged birds

Also the people, merchants, workers!

When the night arrives,

Easily I start to drift off, reading;

Page after page, with heavy eyelids

As the night seeks out, silent ravines!

#3310 (3-23-2012)

Lima, Peru