La Habana, Cuba, January 2018, canon digital, ©Sylvie G
around eight am he got up
sulked in his coffee
fasting, going for a walk
seven thousand steps an hour,
one has to start in order to finish.
A hundred steps a minute,
but one hundred twenty-five is better,
the charity box has been stolen
five thousand two hundred and twenty-five.
Almost there, don’t give up
the mobile prayer truck is parked.
Seven thousand steps. Every day.