Jul 012011

Shots in Caracas


The rusty taxi sliced and rattled through thick smelly air

a bullet passed my ear

there was nobody there to hear

The driver would not comment

I looked at the shanty clad hillsides

not much fear

Just an adventure

Just an event

Life is held so dear by me

Life is a commodity here

I knew I had no allies, not friends nor foes

Who would have known who I was had the bullet been too near

This is no resort holiday, no exotic beach

They say travel is a lesson

What lesson did this teach?

I will know the answer in the future

For now it is a story and later on I will understand