Rainy Season Morning
The gray cat pressed against my knee,
saved from the rain
on the tile overhang
outside the bedroom window.
like the great world’s indigestion,
muffled chirp of birds
under palm leaf shelters.
This morning is gentled
by the steady rain.
The massive palm frond,
made lazy by the weight of rain
that colonizes its narrow avenues,
sways sways in the gentle wind.
as though the day cannot find us.
8:44 a.m. Thursday.
I pull the quilt over us
and birds fly as the frond
sways violent in a stiffer wind.