I’ve grown accustomed to a slower pace,
to red tile roofs and streets of cobblestone,
to silence and sonrisas. In this place
the air is sweet; the church tower overgrown
with bougainvillea. Evenings, vespers pass,
leaving a pungent echoing aftertone.
I walk the morning streets to Sunday Mass,
to market for naranjas, queso, pan.
Each month I hike out, flag a passing bus,
ride down the mountain to the nearest town
for doctor, bank, post office, telephone,
or sometimes simply for a change of view —
a liberated woman, on my own.
I check the mail for any news of you.
Carol Taylor administers the online metrical workshop Poet & Critic, www.poetandcritic.com. She was Administrator at Eratosphere from 2001-2007 and Associate Editor for light verse at Umbrella Journal from 2006-2008. Her poems have appeared in Artemis Journal, Byline Magazine, Iambs & Trochees, Light Quarterly, The Barefoot Muse, Umbrella Journal, Susquehanna Quarterly, 14 by 14, Alsop Review Press Anthology One, and Open Poetry Ltd’s 2008 anthology Hand Luggage Only.