The Day Cracked Open Like an Egg
The Day Cracked Open Like an Egg
The rain falls
fresh as cucumbers
on cobblestones and tiles,
the dust of summer
washed from crevasses
and curves of stone and clay.
The air is cleansed
of the scent of primavera,
jacaranda
and flamboyan trees
and the whole world
breathes easily again.
Clouds dried up
by sunlight,
the silent birds
are flushed
from their covering leaves
and open in chorus
to the booming crack
of cohetes, splitting the air
in celebration
of Saint John the Baptist
who has baptized all
this day.
The prompt for SOCS is “Something that opens.”





Christine Goodnough issued a challenge for me to download this photo and use it as a prompt so here goes. (Permission was given to download without attribution.)





