As rainy season arrives, high pitched
buzz, rubbing of giant evening crickets
sound of the Chicharra, children learn
looking like tired locust, appetite abated
pulse eerie eve, clicking to begin, then
a stream of data transmission, ringing
bridging events, our horizons, from edge
to edge, a circle of reciprocal occurrences
turning until they interlock, subsiding
piercing air, exhausting whistle, telling
us to plant our seed, prepare our blessings
the trial of draught, precedes the miracle.
c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
April 22, 2010
Palmares, Costa Rica