I am here

looking out from our balcony window at the very big tree and the branches and the birds that don't stop until the sun goes down and then the bats take over and how beautiful is that and I am sitting here thinking about how we are all affected. How differently each of our voices sounds and how we know what we know and the way mosquito bites itch and how you never feel something until you do and how we are all so blessed to breathe this air and cursed to let it go again and how we attach ourselves to people and places and things and all that matters is the meaning we put behind it and the rituals we create and the sweat that rolls down your face and the little kids in their little kid laughter with their little kid knowing and the whiteboard markets running out of ink and dangling bracelets on thin wrists and wide hips and salsa swiveling on sweltering nights and how much greater we are and how much tiny we have and how there are stars in the night sky that have been there for years and how you cup water in your hand to watch the liquid of it, know you will always be this person, you will always make these choices, you will always find which flower it is that makes the stars beautiful.

I look forward to the sunsets of Sam Juan del Sur this weekend.

dftba
-k