31/01/2020 – Dominiques Entry, Day at the Farm, Paraibuna, Brasil

Peter's Farm

Woke up in the dawn of a Caiprinha evening

We piece the night together over breakfast

Ate German bread with orange marmalade and hot milk

Climb up to the heavens passing clouds along the way

Up to the swimming pool

We sit and accept the sun like an old friend

and when it gets too much we plunge into the blue

hold our breath and swim lengths

as if we do not need air to breathe

We let the sun dry us

and sit by the heat of the barbecue

and play chase the ace.

Lunch is spare ribs, a yellow root, and Brasilian beers

We sit like a family of adults and share our lives along with the food.

After, we have a siesta

I hang lower than ripe fruit as the hammock holds me

Peter leads us through the intricacy of the farm

We see angry cows, a nursing duck, and a pig that just wants to play.

We say goodbye to them and take shelter in an old barn where we poke spider webs and notice two eyes staring from the trees

We run with the dogs back to the house

and complete the day with Caiprinhas.