Dawn, Ever so early she rises Monday:
Yesterday a gaggle of children unknowingly escorted me and my green back pack down the La Calzada, East towards Lake Nicaragua and to the Red Gates that enter the guest house and Hostel Casa Poeta... they were naughty and pulled the prank immortal in time...... they rang the guest bell and scurried down the street as not to be caught.
My good luck omen .... preceded me and was laughing as it ran off.... with the children, I rang the bell for the second time...
The ventilator blocks above my head hold an ornate design...a 4 leafed flower I can only suppose...
The floor is of tile.... a large block center of Red...then Green and then a narrower strip of milky white and what my imagination tells me is a meandering river that flows in a square around the room between fuller crescent moons.... and then another boarder of green, Red then distant fields of green then red yet again... beautifully thought out and laid... by whom? how long ago? I can only wonder... so exacting.
A painting of a Priestess hangs on the wall... and another as if looking through reeds? I am not certain.. art is interpretive , so I have always been told.
I heard singing voices...
It was Sunday I spent several hours at the Park down by the Lakes edge... in observation, walking and moving through the shade from bench to bench...
Hundreds of families ... in commotion .... a family walks by... the father is pushing a snow cone cart... the mother has a small green parrot perched on her hand its wings clipped...It attempts to fly off frantic it beats its shortened wings to no avail but to stir air. The boy has caught a wild squirrel
and holding it on his back in the palm of his hand... the father takes a knife and cuts a strip of cloth to make the squirrel a leash... how odd I thought what others might think of it in disdain perhaps... he tethered the squirrel ... it jumped and came to a halting jerk... The father bellows a hearty laugh as it came to a snapping halt.... the second time it escaped... took off running , the boy in pursuit... the boy chased and stepped on the squirrels tail. the squirrel let out a mighty chirp....
He had captured it again... meanwhile the little girl had taken the Small green Parrot from her mothers hand and was crouched with the bird now perched on her hand and holding it beneath the bottom edge of the snow cone cart under a drip from the melting Ice... it was having a nice refreshing cold shower.. and nipping at the water for a drink....
A woman passes with a rather large plate perfectly balanced atop her head hands free.. full of Empenadas or something wrapped in green banana leaves and tied with twine.
Young men are out in the distance on the shoreline throwing a hard ball I presume... and at great distances...
I thought of a Frisbee.... and wondered.
An older Sister picks up a younger one and holds her upside down.. and they giggle.
A mother yells for her little daughter to come in closer... it must be the same the world over... maternal instinct.
Food, Food, Food , vendors patrolling everywhere... Pizza... two slices for 30 Cordobas or 1.10
I am fixated with the price of everything... and with... all these family values around..
People, Souls in the midst of living .
One could eat until they burst in this park on Sunday... consuming a mix.... of sights and sounds.....
Monday:
A dog barks... a rooster crows in the distance... birds chirp.... and a Cat yowls in heat.
Its peaceful in a symphony of natural chaos.
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