8.26.2008

Vertigo

Waking up and being cold even though its 78 degrees outside. 5am rooster roll. downpours you can set your watch by. shyness. forever blabbering in the present tense. sugar with a little bit of coffee. roasting and grinding coffee. talking about the weather and doing nothing about it. ferocious saggy nippled dogs. washing everything by hand. bucket showers next to the latrine. vegtable oil drenched food. rice and beans. more rice and beans. beans with rice. rescuing drying bean stalks at 3 o'clock everyday. climbing a mountain with a 78 year old man to harvest corn. baskets full of corn. shucking. maiz nuevo. bollos. talk of the town. upside down tomatoes. the odor of burning trash at dusk. bugs that bite. foot-long shrimp. filtering all of my water. warm drinking water. mud. never present transportation. undereducated masses. massive misperceptions. moving giant rocks with tree trunks. climbing mountains. riding through mountains on horseback. long rides in vans with more than 23 people on board. where the road ends, the ride begins. riding in the back of a truck over the mountain ridge. seeing the pacific ocean from the top of the mountain ridge. no lights in the valley at night. blankets of fog seen approaching from 20 miles away, over the black mountain. walking. waving. bingo bingo bingo, I never win at bingo. content. hammock. reading. finishing that 600 page book. finishing that 900 page book. Panama is actually only panama city. everything else is refered to as the country or the interior. kids with limitless energy. talking to the school director for hours. kindergarten teach has vertigo. everyone has something to teach. everyone has food to give. leaving. arriving. moving into a new house. schedule full. stomach full. mind full. chava full. van full. backpack full.

2 comments:

Juliette Muracchioli said...

We all get a little bit of the same things differently, now don´t we.
Hope you´re well out there!
xx Juliette

Anonymous said...

and another, just for the sake of it...

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
so dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.