Bio Note: I am a documentary poet, translator and travel writer. For several decades, I and my faithful traveling companion (a.k.a. knapsack) Rocinante have been traveling through Latin America, listening to the voices of the pueblos and Earth, and doing literary readings from Alaska to the Patagonia. My poetry and narratives have been published in over 200 journals on six continents; and 14 chapbooks of poetry – including Caribbean Nights (Red Bird Chapbooks, 2014), Notes from the Patagonia (dancing girl press, 2017) and On Galápagos Shores (dancing girl press, 2019).
I awaken at four to the sound of tin banging, pulling from the roof, the play of a light across the ceiling open to the trusses. All is secure. I walk out to the patio. That great South Wind almost doubles the palm & almond trees. The lake shudders at its force. Black sky clear with its white points of starlight, the three-quarter moon has set. I feel that warm wind against my cheek hearing the tin roof snapping.
©2021 Lorraine Caputo
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