A high white sun
Beats down on the hot, jagged road
Yellow rays reflecting from strewn litter
Dry the petite puddles
That formed from a rain seeming so long ago.
Bare feet scamper
On the ground where dust fairies rise
Scavenging for the shade
Under the quiet, unadorned trees
Oblivious to the noise of the cars passing by.
As the darkness swallows the sun
Children return to their houses after play
Shacks, concrete poverty to the vapid eye
But to someone who belongs
A home, more than just a place to stay.
And as the sounds of night emerge
Deep inside, I can feel my heart swelling
Surrounded by affection
Under the estrellas and luna
Timeless bliss in this foreign dwelling.
