Oh prophet where is your vision
Around which to aspire;
Oh poet where is your song
With which to sing;
Oh explorer where is your bicycle
With which to cycle across the moon?
Words of a dream in a restless night
Buoyed to find time to take a breather
From the no exit exigencies of life.
Here the coffee beans are ripe
The hills are full of pickers
With their woven canastas
Hoping for full baskets to pay
For another ticking day
Of survival, all hope occupies
These prolonged hours of labor.
c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
November 9, 2008
Palmares, Alajuela, Costa Rica