No. 2. Sighs of the Salvadoran Coffee Farmer: Ensueños

This is the second of four related poems in a quartet of travel observations from the wilds of El Salvador. ‘Ensueños’ captures a dreamlike rest during the labor of coffee farmers.

Bark-dark skin and warm hearts elevate Her
Like children in the garden; arms stretched, catching
A breath, both theirs and that from far away.

Visions are of cherubs and soapy-string bubbles;
Life without troubles; landscapes that double;
Yet blisters of light lead focus astray.

You, too, can allow your wishes to soak
Upon skin, where Her treasures lay sealed,
For mist falls, keeping worries at bay.

Verdant She stands;
She serves without demands,
Each load feeds the dreams of my brother.