May this day bring
a cold drink
some laughter
beside the ceviche truck
by the mercado
far away
from the bitching wife.
May this day bring
a poem
not even a good one.
A paycheck
not even a large one.
A song
somewhere
in my heart.
May this day bring
peace,
give me just a little piece
that’s all I ask
and like
change jingling in a homeless guy’s hand
I’ll dance ‘n smile
like a thief
stealing fire from a god,
like a night lasting all day long.
Amen, hallelujah and all that jazz.
Dec. 20th, 2014. Antigua, Guatemala
