One Thursday in July
and we will go once again to the place
where I will try for the thousandth time
I will try to describe how it feels
to be sitting right there on the yellow porch
in the corner where I belong old velvet
chaise lounge no springs left three times I've
had the coils recoiled every week I put
a different cloth on the lounge now Guatemala blue
from a village market in Lake Attitlan short beautiful
women there one took a picture with me
because she thought I was from outer space
somewhere I have her picture she mailed it
inside and outside the porch is light
like no other yellow isn't the right word
and that light is what holds us all early and late
and every single day there is light, and even
the darkness has something else and I sit on the lounge
on the blue spread this week a notebook
a different notebook a pen or two or three
I try to describe how it feels
to be right there
right there.