Wish You Were Here

Barufaldi
03/13/1997
Belize, Central America

Wish you were here…
to see
rising Mars, its blushed red-warrior eye
overseeing the night sky with
yesterdays, todays, and tomorrows, and the

Big Dipper touching the horizon with its
directional handle,
among the Sisters of seven
clustered in harmony, and

Orion with its belly girthed with gems of light,
guarding its domain with sworded authority.
Wish you were here under the Belizean night sky.

Wish you were here…
to feel
the cool, moist tropical mist
shrouding a hillside retreat, and
charged traffic sounds of winners and losers, and
monotonous rhythms of punta rock, and
secretive insects of the dark
finding solace among their own kind, and
crowding roosters, persistent,
while barking dogs call out warning reminders,
violating the mournful ‘whooo…’ of a solitary owl,
unknowingly, piquing one’s senses.

Wish you were here under the Belizean night sky.