Trijillo- Written in 1994.

Life take us to where we belong.

(My adopted children. Taught me. Life was more than me. We are what we leave behind. They are adults and they are doing well. )

Trujillo

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
A long time ago I lived this story. I will go back one day to thank the people of Trujillo for showing me life can be good.

Trujillo, " A story….."

                         Trujillo

My delusional mind and forsaken dreams seem so far away. I console myself with Honduras rum and roaming the discos and nightclubs. I’m fatigue from suffocating in goals of work and money for greedy people. I have volunteer for every mission since I rejoin the Army in 1991. I got lucky and I’m on a medical mission in Honduras. Assisting Doctors with medicine, water and food for giving treatment in the deep mountains of Honduras.

 

Today I’m in Trujillo.

Me and one Soldier got stuck in the beautiful city for a few days because of rainy season. All the road were damaged and closed. We stay at the American Inn. The Hotel is on the mountain and you can see the Caribbean sea for miles.


A beautiful young woman brought food to us. She told us. ‘Un gran fiesta en la cuidad en la noche.” She poured the flesh juice into our glasses. She smiled and looked at me. “You may be able to enjoy yourself.”


Trujillo is a old city. So beautiful and so much history. The people of the city don’t seen to see us. They are busy with their lives. As always I roamed alone into the city. The night was coming and I heard music being plays on the beach. The people were dancing and celebrating being alive. I’m being waved over by a young woman.
She is standing by a fire on the beach and she ran to me. Took my hand and she brought me to the fire.


She puts me into a chair. The woman is wearing a light cotton dress showing a young and beautiful body. Many more women are near us, talking and laughing. I asked for a rum and coke. She came back and her dark eyes are sad. Her hair flowed down her back. Her body was young and strong.


She puts a mosquito net over me and she whispered. “The mosquitoes are muy malo en la noche.” I thanks her and I tried to give her money. She wouldn’t accept it. She told me. “Un gran fiesta hoy in la noche. Un fiesta de Libertad. Ignoro como explicarlo. Encantado.Estoy a sus ordenes.”


I sat and drank my rum and coke. The moon  appeared and the night stars begins to overtake the day. Many people were on the beach now. Everyone is kind to a misplaced American. A old man came and sat with me.
The same young woman brought a mosquito net and put it over his large chair. In perfect English the man told me. “Welcome to my party for Rosa, she is 21 years old today. I’m the village Doctor. My name is Roberto.” I shook his hand. He pointed at the young woman. “She is my daughter Rosa. She is my joy and pleasure in my world.”


I asked did he want a drink? He gave me a kind smile. He told me. “I’m a old man. I can see you are not a well. The rum won’t fix your problems. You are twisted up and looking for the wrong things.” He ordered us a elixir of fresh fruit. He told me taste the gifts of the spirits. I told him the drink is amazing. He told me ” Look at the old city. We have been here awhile. A lot of bad times. The people of Trujillo overcame them. The tropics weather bring the fruit and food of Nature’s gifts to us. The drink is the combination of the fruit of life. You must release the darkness. Celebrate a new day to do something worthwhile.”


Rosa ran to us. She told her father. “It is time to dance.” Her soft brown eyes begged me to dance. She picked me up and I followed her to the music. The soft drums were playing. I tried to follow her movements. She was young and full of life. I just tried to keep up. Many people on the beach now. Rosa brought me to a group of people. All are very kind and I shared my cigarettes. Rosa smiled and she told me.”Hoy es un buen noche.”


I sat with the old man. He ordered us coffee. He told me. “All things have a purpose. “Somehow you wander into my Trujillo. I’m thankful for a new friend.” Rosa brought the strong coffee. He told me.” I have a story for you.”


“There was was young man.
He thought he had nothing and
he fell on the beach crying.
The Sky Spirit came and she told him.
Look up.


He looked up and saw the banana tree around him.
The mangoes growing in the back of him.
He reached for the fruit and
they were sweet and good.


He still cries sitting on the beach alone.
The Spirit of the sea came to him and
she told him, look at the ocean.


The man saw a net for catching fish.
He worked all morning and
he caught many fish.
He ate what he needed and
he went into the village and gave the
extra fish away.


He sat down and started crying again.
The Spirit of the mountain came to him and
He told him to look up.


The man looked up and he saw a beautiful woman.
She brought him bread and coffee.


She thanked him for the fish.
She asked why was he so sad?


He told her I’m alone and
do not know my reason for life?


The woman smiled and sat with him.
She Told him, you could work for my uncle.
My uncle always need strong men who can fish.
She took his hands.

She Told him.
We are all family in the end.

This is one earth and one planet. We must be kind to each other.


The man realized the spirits of kind nature had taught him to see
that life can be good for him.
The young woman and the man walked together back into
the city holding hands.”

  I smiled at the old man. I told him. “My ailments ain’t so easy to fix. I’m contaminated by bad decisions. My exhausted spirit saw the fraud in my way of life. I can’t find discarded dreams of youth. I’m defaced love with my greed. I’m here for consequences of many poor decisions.


Rosa sat at my feet now. She watched my eyes. The old man laughed. He told me. “You are young and many miles to go. Just try to learn yesterday was just education. To teach us right from wrong. Stay with me in Trujillo for a few days. Your spirit will become strong again.”


I accepted his offer and kindness. Rosa is behind me. Caressing my head and hair gently. Singing a sweet love song in Spanish. The old man smile. He told me. We don’t need a lot in life. In the end we take nothing with us.
You need to figure out what is important to you.


Rosa is dancing barefoot on the beach. I left my chair, and I dance on the beach of Trujillo with a
beautiful young woman. The old man smiled and I could hear his laughter.
 

                        Coyote

                        1994

Author's Note

A old poem with a proper re-write.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is a stupendous piece of brilliance! I am blown away! I wish you posted more stories like this! It's not just that you've lived an interesting life, but your way of looking at life is what brings to bear the most fascination as you unfold the details of whatever story you're telling. But THIS STORY . . . this is a great story & also a sumptuous blend of your prose & poetry. This was a huge pleasure to read, totally immersed, really felt your gentle loving spirit thru it all (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Margie. I spend one year in Honduras on the food, water and medicine mission with the Red Cross. Honduras is a beautiful country. Kind and generous people.

[Haley]

What an engrossing piece of work! The story and the imagery are alive in this piece and make you want to stay in that beautiful scene. The grammar could use some work just in terms of readability and flow, but for being what it is, is a great piece of work! Really good job and looking forward to reading more!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Haley. I appreciate the comment.

[.]

An engrossing and very endearing tale of love and some life lessons here! First you told that we are a whole family on this earth so we should help each other. . What an inspiring word, if brotherhood prevails then there will be no conflict no war only peace and harmony.

Secondly that old man gave a very endearing statement, that we don't need a lot in our life as we will not take it with us... So true... It reflects the shallowness of materialistic world and the unhappiness...
A genuine write to light up our thoughts! Kudos to you..

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my kind friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[roarke]

C. You retold the message true and strong with this piece. The moment stays alive and transports the reader to that time and place to feel what you felt. Marvelous write. Thanks for sharing this.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. I spend 1 1/2 years in Central America with the Army. Were good days.

[h d e rushin]

sumptuous. I sat on the edge of my bed this morning thinking about something, but nothing in particular. Why, if every human has ears, was Brahms writing music for an aristocracy. Yet he said "without craftmanship, inspiration is a mere reed shaking in the wind". In other words, (and in reference to your poem) the muse is always more powerful than the intent. And I feel your subordinate emotion here, where the potency of Latin America is being spirited along with your logical process/ which is the order that most poems proceed anyways.
I wrote a poem once that decried the notion that poetry doesn't really exist without people. And this poem is what I meant....."life does take us to where we belong"/ beautiful....dana

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Dana. Trijillo, the oldest black community in the USA. Most kind and generous people, you can know. I appreciate the comment.