Moon Over Day 7

(from the moon series - Camino de Santiago edition)

This rowdy group of Spaniards rumbles
in the room like a cloud of thunder filling
every corner and pushing out any kind
of comfort or silence or time to read
there once was and the dogs are barking
and they will bark all night with the grunts
of the bodies weary and the birds
in this beautiful place with new beds
and no sheets; we’ve covered over half
the distance and the mountains come tomorrow
climbing higher than we thought
and there’s no breaks in time or what happens
or what’s around, it all just unfolds without
ceasing like a bold war is not black and white
but burns into colors unpredictable and unstoppable.