arrival

7.21.06

like a cotton ball

i alit and now

drift along the

cobblestone streets.

church bells bong

through the air

as i weave past

ochre colored walls.

huge carved wooden

doors hide patios

and shadows from

curious eyes and

the wind blows

over and around

these steeply housed hills.

this compact town stacks

box houses on each other

while people glide among

themselves like paramecium.

clouds skitter

birds twitter and

mountain high air

sooths a furrowed brow

under bougainvillea drapes.