The setting moon and mauve above the blue.

A cockerel chorus over tiled roofs.

Cathedral bell tolls. Early Mass awaits.

Easter Sunday in Puetro Vallata.

 

A chicken cackles, proud of her new egg.

Symbol of life or coloured bauble?

Yellow chicks or chocolate rabbits?

Easter Sunday rises again.

 

Bright colours on the steep hill side.

Buganvllias a and Hibiscus bloom.

Palm trees bowing in the breeze.

The city’s eyes open from sleep.

 

Ladened burro, hooves sound on cobbles.

Piled high, its crossed back hidden.

The bray echoes back through time.

A donkey burdened, long week ago.

 

The hard journey is ours forever.

The progress we make cruel slow.

The truth swamped in rituals.

The simplicity of love evades us.

 

Ring cathedral bell. Ring in joy.

Call our minds if not our bodies.

The sun has risen to lighten our day.

The Son is risen to lighten our lives.

 

 

David Garlick, Puerto Viallarta, April, 1995