9 p.m. in Brooklyn, New York
The vroom and shush of traffic
outside the bedroom window
while Mama turns the pages
of a sleeptime tale.
9 p.m. in Brooklyn, New York, is…
10 p.m. in Puerto Rico
Sweet rice, fruit ice, coconut candy.
Papa playing congas, Tio his guitar.
Swaying lanterns in the branches,
dancing people on the grass.
Bedtime is forgotten on a special party night.
10 p.m. in Puerto Rico is…
Midnight on the mid-Atlantic
Nothing blacker than the water,
nothing wider than the sky.
Pitch and toss, pitch and toss.
The Big Dipper might just ladle
a drink out of the sea.
Midnight on the mid-Atlantic is…
2 a.m. in England
Bread in the pantry at nighttime
tastes better than cream cakes at tea.
2 a.m. in England is…