If you need a break from everyday life, try reciting poems over some ginger ale and rum, becoming animal again.
No need for the books about the hero’s journey—follow saffron light from clouds across hills and share the ribbon with the room like a warrior of the garden.
Between stanzas, eat cheap wheat berries and beans, take a sip of warm beer, eat noodles upon noodles at the noodle house.
Intricate silence at dawn, where are the poems? Sumatran tiger, lonely in a special way, where have you been?
A piñata splits open an unfamiliar melody, our first and our ultimate music at its centre, a mess of sounds.
Keep a birder guide nearby to prove that life will soon return.