Blue-Hill, The tonal (2011)/the author was there in 1986
The sun goes down in the dusty July nights, cools the earth
quite nice, in the high and
low lands of Haiti.
The sun when it’s provoking goes round and round:
compelling, intoxicating
with its massive heat and fire.
It moves swiftly through the forest foliage, up the mountain
pathways driven into
villages….
The sun is likened to a bronze devil walking the edge of this
part of the world— doubled
up with suffocating sulphur—
Then it rains (not
often but it rains)!
And when it does, you can see the whole moon drenched:
the earth is like a shadowy
pond; in parts, a muddy dried
up riverbed.
No:
3034 ((Written out in poetic form 8-28-2011; revised 4-22-2013) (from
1986-notes when the author was in Haiti on a Missions trip for two
weeks)) Photo above, Past. Naason Mulatre, the author’s dear friend for
26-years.
