a candle lights my room
while thunder, lightening
and rain greet the morning

neighbor walks thru rain
"joyce....you need a candle?"
yes....it burns bright
water boils on the stove
dark coffee warms insides

i have seen the light
i have heard the voice
a higher power is up
this morning...clearing
the crazy air of san blas

nothing left unbaptized
by this merciless/loving creator
all sit in the darkness of this day
watching heavenly light show
hearing thunder like storm surf
rain splashes down, an orchestra
of sound on the leaves, the roof,
and onto the pavement

san blas is a musical place
everything is louder here
the storm has a passion
like a mexican singer
holding nothing back
giving more than it has

day comes slowly
the dark hangs on
there is much to wash away
the dust, the tears
a candlelit morning
in san blas