Back to the village...

This was written one night, laying under the mosquito netting, after Augustino had killed all the mosquitos that always snuck in. The cheap foam mattress pulled us together towards the center, and downwards toward the planks of wood that lay across the bed frame. The kerosene lamp was turned down low, but the room still smelled of its smoke, and of rotting wood being eaten by the termites. The cement floor was cool and dusty, my clothes stacked on shelves made of sticks and twine, with mouse droppings that inevitable appeared in the morning. Everything was quiet. Wait, some crickets. In the distance, the cry of a baby, the bleating of a goat, and I wrote,

If you werent here right now, I would be asleep, or I would be reading,
I might be worried about what would happen after a few months, after a few years.
Where will I be, and with whom?
I have wonderful memories,
I have wonderful friends.
I have a wonderful family.
But…..



Now, that you are staying here with me,
I think,
Thank god for the minerals..
That kept you here.
I enjoy right now,
And I try to always
ALWAYS
Enjoy right now,
With or without you,
But nevertheless,
My thoughts

Begin to drift into the future,
I cannot help it,
And that is where I find you.
Here and there.
And it makes me happy.


on my cheap foam mattress.

I very well may have two boys due on February 29th.

Thats fine with me.

I still believe I can have it all.