TRAVEL REPORT

This will make you laugh:

I am homeless and have no shoes.

The paths I used never ended,

Nor reached any place.  The vines

Left burn marks on my chest.

I had no machete.

My clothes have not been pressed

Since my chin was shaved;

You see for yourself it's been some time.

If I had shoes, I would remove them

Before setting foot upon your rug.

I can stand by the door.

The stories (and rumours of more)

Kept me on my way, but most were lies,

Or altered fabrications.  Only

The ugly ones were true.

A glass of water is all that I choose.

Tell my friends that

I am alive and have no news.

                        -- C.S. Cholas

            Corozal Town, Belize, 21 July 1989