I recently ran across a series of haiku I wrote by lamplight, sitting on the porch of our house in Panama many years ago. I still think they capture those evenings, full of water, wildlife, and the sounds of the village around us.

I.
Rats’ tin nights.
Dancing rooftop rodents
Steal my sleep.

II.
Muggy night
Love in stagnant puddle
Mud. Eep! Mud.

III.
Rosary
Evening chant for the dead.
Do they hear?

IV.
Lightning strike
Shatters bones and makes the
Cat lie low.

V.
Frogs clatter
Loving neck deep in
Calm wet nights.

VI.
Keep a calm
Ear listening. You may
Hear trees sing.