L'aura del Campo

The new Bishop arrives in Pérez Zeledón [81]

The new Bishop arrives in Pérez Zeledón

Clouds play peek-a-boo with moon and sun.
Deer cavort in the dapple of shade trees.
Brightness, darkness, come and go.
But on a cloudless day
all flee from shadows that move:
a hawk at noon,
an owl at midnight,
hunters that promise eternal shade.
We stare at the skies
knowing men can't fly,
how Icarus burnt his wings.
Yet there! Above us! A man aloft,
below the dark shadow of a plane.
Some cry, some wail.
Some know to hail—
the new Bishop has arrived.

© Kåre Enga (10.mayo.2017) [174.81] /PPRT#41/

Note: will add the year when I find it in my notes. I believe it was the 1920s. Most Generaleños had never seen a plane.