We are taking
a holiday.
I am ecstatic,
answering the phone
“Buenos dios,”
to get you in the mood.
A winter bargain
after too much work.
I hear the mariachis
playing,see the sugar
sprinkles on the
sweet bread tray.
The Sunday market
where the locals buy fish.
The hardware where
I hope to find enamel
plates.

I am excited
to get out of town,
away from my
to-do list and
the routine that’s
always falling apart.

I hope for sunny skies,
& warm days,
but even if it rains
I will be happy –
eating someone else’s
Caesar, a quesadilla
I didn’t make.

2/10/99