It’s 4 AM and a rooster screams at the head of my bed.
An open window vaguely separates us.
He will accompany my sleep and wake for three weeks.
I wonder why he screams so horribly
so many hours before sunrise.
So I ask him,
“why are you screaming, Rooster?
Maybe I can help you?”
The rooster hints that he arrived
via pilgrimage from East Asia
and he misses his lost lover hen.
He is a Japanese Rooster, and he refuses to reset his clock
to the Mid-East time zone.
Rooster-san and I have many conversations
over tea, hummus and birdseed.
He discusses his exploits to the east
and I, my conquests to the west.
We explore how our paths have met in the middle.
Our friendship is suitable as substitute for sleep.
an original by oriocookies.
Just got to Israel, visiting the family and all. Should have some really great photos of old styles and art and architecture - very old. I’m excited to share my homeland with you. It’s always been an important part of my life and it’s the piece of my past and history that has had the biggest hand in molding my future. It may even become part of my future…sigh, some day.
Anyway it’s always nice to get out of New York in August, which I usually assume to be the hottest month, but I guess not.
I don’t have a camera right now and it’s four in the morning, but I’d love to somehow picture the room I’ll be living in for the next few weeks. The mixture of patterns will shock your better senses. Right now I’m staring at an aquarium on the outside edge of my window full of goldfish(?) through a white lace curtain.
I had a trip to Budapest last year and found trinkets everywhere. Really, I think trinkets is everything Budapest does. I remembered always seeing the same kinds of trinkets and lace curtains and placemats in my grandparents’ house. My grandparents were raised in Budapest. It was, to say the least, a sentimental experience seeing all of these particular pieces of my childhood memories laid out in the street as souvenirs for tourists in Budapest. I guess that’s how some old pieces of culture stay relevant nowadays.
It’s about 4 am here and a rooster is crowing on the windowsill beside the head of my bed.