The summer of 1990 I lived and worked in the Andes Mountains near Cuenca, Ecuador. The main focus was building latrines and planting trees, but we also taught baseball to the local kids. The bat was made of bamboo, and the ball was a rock, both wrapped in duct tape.
only melodic harp sounds
through iphone earbuds, this
mixed with running water
and soap, my evening
meditation, where grease and
life dissolve in smooth
towel strokes, most nights
i can feel heart
breathing inside, as fingers
cradle cups, plates, pans
i imagine each one
a delicate life, serving
the world, this humble
sink servant, these nothing
moments of pure peace
