Estoy Aqui

These are the days that the clouds touch the mountains.

It is summer.
and it is the rainy season.

One day it is hot,
short sleeves, skirts, sandals,
windows open at night.

The next day it is rainy,
cold,
jeans, fleece, raincoat,
a three blanket night.

In the summers past in Bolivia,
a night rain could mean snow in the mountains,
the morning wind would blow the smell of snow,
as puddles lay about the street.

Now I am in the city,
where one can feel closed in,
and forgets to look to the west,
and see if Mount Tunari has snow.