Rice cooker’s
red light switches to warm.
Four legged creature barks,
a familiar stranger at the door.
The neighbor,
lidded white bowl in hand.
Chinese vegetable stew
steaming.
Pleasantries exchanged.
Screen door opens and shuts.
On the table now,
four savory dishes.
Glass of water sweats
amid the tropical heat.
Squeaky fan
turns its head side to side.
National anthem interrupts
“Que Sera, Sera” on the radio.
The nation says it’s six o’clock.
Five fifty-eight, says the clock on the wall.
Six o’ three says my digital watch.
What should I believe?
“Que Sera, Sera” returns to the radio.
The future isn’t mine to see, according to the singer.