Reefs

The rain drips froma rippled tin roof
A rooster crows in the middle of this dark, wet night
And I can hear the flop of my flip flops

The barbed wire fence is no longer foreign
Nor the toilet paper in the wastebasket
These are my thoughts as I flip flop home.

The Geko sings and reminds me of its presence
I hope it eats any mosquitos in my house
I flip and flop against the background of chirping crickets

The grass is wet but my toes are dry
I could get used to this place
Flipping and flopping along the more than rocky path

The firefly is passing by my window
My favorite color bursts and dims
As I flop flop flop to my front door.

The dog fight starts: yelps and barks,
Then distant barks and growls
And the flop is silenced when I turn the key--
This is my key, my apartment, my waterjug

The dogs are quiet
Silence. No silence.
There is always a flip flop in my head

I click click the pen
I click click the light
Ruffle up my pillow and flip flop in bed--
The barking dogs quiet my head.