February 22, 2019

February 22, 2019

This morning after breakfast,

All packed up,

And sitting on our balcony

Awaiting 10 o’clock and our car.

This is what I saw:

Rusty metal roofs,

Deep shadows and strong sunlight

Interspersed with waving palms

And glow red flowers.

A busy congested uphill street,

Packed with men on motorcycles,

Wearing dress shirts and ties.

Do they arrive at work a sweaty sopping mess?

Ancient old red buses

Squeezing by shiny white modern buses,

All packed with people,

Sometimes scrapping each other.

Huge trucks, carrying 

Enormous black plastic water reservoirs,

Lengths of lumber and poles,

Vegetables, bananas,

Coconuts.

Tuk tuks, dark green, and maroon.

Some with bling, and flower garlands ,

Weave in and out and around

The traffic and the walkers.

And one lone black Brahma cow,

Sauntering.