by Lorraine Caputo
In these hours ere the dawn the hills & mountains are masked by fog the chanted song flickering candles of a procession parts the silence after two years & more the faithful gather hundreds tread the rain- slickened cobblestones to honor the Sorrowful Virgen swaddled babies in embraces an anciana on her grandson’s arms after two years of deaths two years of plague their song & prayers once more echo through these sleeping streets fading… fading a renewed shower washes the scent of those fallen rose petals
Lorraine Caputo is a documentary poet, translator and travel writer. Her works appear in over 300 journals on six continents; and 20 collections of poetry — including On Galápagos Shores (dancing girl press, 2019) and Caribbean Interludes (Origami Poems Project, 2022). She journeys through Latin America, listening to the voices of the pueblos and Earth. Follow her travels at: www.facebook.com/lorrainecaputo.wanderer or https://latinamericawanderer.wordpress.com.