The breeze keeps air from condensing
as hard as I try, solace against sorrow
sacrifice to go where poems are
vagabond, bard in search of poetry
in a strange land, parallel country
to bring rain, shattering repression
freedom in exile, charging the sky
in violent lightning rods, grief of
comfort, thunder in, engendering.
c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
April 12, 2011
Over Costa Rica