Desayuno

My belly is full,

as is my soul.

My skin is tan

and sticky from the sun.

Happy am I,

for the adventure has just begun.

I finish my plantains

as a tuk-tuk passes by.

Young folk also on motorbikes, they fly.

A dog looks for scraps.

A couple flirts.

To think of them not together,

is a thought that hurts. 

Paying my bill,

I head for the beach.

Passing a Tica,

it’s another another morn’ in Costa Rica.