9. Sunday best.
Jesus Christ on a bike
– it’s been hot today.
Silent, dripping sweat
no breath, no breeze, no respite.
And then it comes all at once,
a lusty kiss from God,
the thunderous roar of monsoon rain
on the corrugated porch.
I step out into the warm sweet rain
as it throws up little puffs of dust
in the baking sandy soil
and I am soaked in an instant
as me and the tree-frog exchange
and the mango & banana trees
throw off their workaday clothes
and don their Sunday best.