Cuba Night
In the deep alleyways of Havana
The cobblestone roads speak to the small buildings,
The small buildings speak to the night.
And the night speaks to the beyond.
Suddenly the night is quiet, small.
The dawn comes and stops the conversation.
Then there is a roar
And the humans start their day.
Chase H
(After Cuban poet, Nicolas Guillen’s, poem: The Black Sea)
