Daisies Flew Over the Garden!

Chapter one - Daisies.

I hear in the distance the ringing of wind chimes,

accompanying the sound of the discreet movement of the tall banana leaves,

laden with viridian, small and fat clusters.

I feel the cool breeze hit my flushed face,

and I rest my neck on the fabric of the gabardine hammock.

Its macrame fringes, standardized in quadrilateral and diagonal shapes

funnel down to a knot, which spits out braids of thread,

partially undone by time.

A slow breathing blows a warm stream of air,

and I can feel your wide smile emerge between the lips.

Your knees, resting on my thigh,

remain bent inside the baby blue pajama pants

while your hands glide from my neck to my chest.

I stay still.

The scent of the grass, gradually freed from its dew,

mimics the internal aroma of the silver Peugeot my mother used to have.

I close my eyes, and time takes me to the back seat

of the senile jalopy in which we used to travel.

I see the plateau of the countryside,

the corn plantations it outlines, and the flaming hot asphalt roads,

empty due to the time of day.

[Point of impact:

I hear the classical dance of the banana grove stop, when the sun rises to the center of the sky,

radiating its apathetic heat to the dirt,

which exposes itself in the gaps of the now dry green grass.

...I often wonder if the "me" from the past would be proud--

as if I needed the approval of the child I once was.

Foolish, isn't it? As if accepting time were a crime.

- daisies.]