On the Road from Suchitoto
by Alice Feeley, RDC
Through river shallows
where the only bridge is closed,
over kilometers of washboard dirt road
our worn out bus climbs over stones
to mountain’s edge.
Across the empty landscape a long lake
looks cool blue in the midst of rising heat.
Here and there stand leafless trees,
the color of bone picked clean.
Behind wire fencing one bare tree
still holds a nest, vacated, empty.
A few feathers hang among the twigs,
remains of life that used to breathe
and sing right here.
even the birds.