is so bright
all I see of the people
between me & the open doors
are silhouettes
occasionally raising a hand
for more cervesas
wine
tapas
but I hear them
loud
in the corner a small child laughs
& the delight in the sound
shivers the room
raising the joy
& the noise grows again
a pulse of life
on this spring Sunday afternoon
we too are stuffing our faces
bites of this
tastes of the country
olives garlic onions sausage chorizo
the hubbub lows for a few minutes
as one group leaves
to be replaced by other black profiles
bobbing shoulders nodding heads
the raising of arms in toasts
we are all in love with each other
again
