Warm summer twilights
bathing the rusty french windows
in gentle amber dye
from somewhere not so distant
a *** brews the stew
suffusing bittersweet familiarity
in every corner
mother just came back
tired yet refreshed
from outsmarting luck all day long
in the bed I lay like a log
disgruntled from several unturned slumbers,
though thoroughly pleased
everybody else was a mess outside
a commotion of playful shouting
unmeant scolding, light laughters
the affairs of the day drowned
by the sweet chorus of the mayas
evening news blares from the television,
stoic narration of the day's misfortunes
and the usual grub
neighbors fill in their houses
with their retiring presence
together, we all await
the vessel of darkness docking
in our own roofs,
blessing us with the grace of the stars,
the breeze of the unknown
under the eyes of the moon
for another day has concluded
quite wonderfully