"trouble" - I began this poem last month, but just finished it today
near Villarejo de Órbigo, Castilla y Leon, Spain trouble oh trouble on my mind in this late May of blistering heat and the cycles of the sun and the seasons and the blood roll together in this crowded ocean deep and I swam through this ocean deep and crowded finally to gain dry land somewhere in June where and when a drought had just begun and our own personal southern humidity ran away escaped into everything turning dry the grass dried and got hard it pricked our feet as we left home without shoes and we wanted to touch the hot arid soil and the hot stones imbedded in the powdery black dirt carried aloft by the dry hot wind but rain is coming even today so as always all things will change and nothing will be like it is now nothing