Coqui Lullaby

I lay plainly in my hammock

counting the coqui as they sing 

the wind begins swaying me back and forth

while humidity blankets over me

the sea gently crashes in the distance

providing percussion to the amphibian lullaby 

in the house, Spanish is spoken amidst the hum of the air conditioning

As I begin waiting for the San Sebastian rain to fall

Each moment is anticipatory, I can hear from afar the cars jettisoning 

but never so fast as to disrupt the melody of the coqui

My hammock is tied to two trees

Both bear flowers with vibrant colors: red and blue 

Some petals gently fall atop of me due to the rustling wind 

I lay lifeless, animated only by the mosquitoes 

a slight muscle twinge scares them off. 

How can my island be poor?

The sun and the sea cradles us. 

As I begin to drift away I can hear the waterfalls in Yunque 

While I lose consciousness, I hear the fritura crackle in oil. 

I hope that every time I die, I am put in this hammock. 

So that I may dance on this island one last time.