in my birthplace 

sitting on a balcony overlooking the street 

a ridiculous amount of electrical wires catch the eye

in the background lush mountains demand attention 

cars and motos whirring by 

barking dogs, chicken, and birds 

they bark, cluck, and chirp, 

the city’s song 

watching, listening 

sitting on the edge 

waiting to see what gives

what breaks

waiting to see what arrives