psalm of a hut dweller...

there was no rain
the sun came out today,
i was smiling happy at everyone
i thought of visiting
the banana sidewalk vendor
and buy some
bananas...





they're still green
but soon will ripen and turn
into golden yellow...




as i walked back home
i thought of the people
who can't eat...

those who are pushed
to the margins of society
pushed to the
fringes of the cruel city...





i dreamed of the best
for everyone...
but i stopped dreaming
i began to shout and called...

i called the stones...





i called the bamboo...



i called the rivers...




my voice reached the ends of the
Sierra Madre...




and they heard
my voice...
let us build!
let us build for my
urban poor dweller
for my shanty settler.

let us build!
so that she can
live...




i reached my hut
ate my bananas
and dreamed
again...

is that all i can be?