pura vida

where a road 

meets a stream 

rain falls on the tin roof 

making rivers 

beneath

the cracks in the floor 

my sister is next to me 

falling asleep

there’s a baby 

inside her 

i promise 

i stay

by her side 

in the dark 

the jungle outside me 

awakes 

there is no such thing

as silence 

there’s a snake 

in the yard 

in an old kitchen a 

pot of cacao churns 

under grandmas arm