Evening In Paradise

Evening in Paradise Evening in the village it is about nine o’clock nothing on TV except men in nice suits and cuff links talking about the economy, they all are experts yet disagree about everything banging hands on table, getting red faced and angry, so I switched off. A motorbike is making its unsteady progress through the village, Joao home from the bar, dogs don’t bark, know the sound it is only when he is trying to get off and fall they bark a little, angry voices, and then utter stillness. I stroll through the village only street every window is shuttered not letting out light it is like they think they have to pay extra if it does. I walk down to the main road and hope anything would come to pass enveloped as I’m by tediousness. A car drives past I spend minutes, wondering where it is going. Back home I switch the TV back on, a drone attack an important terrorist has been killed, as have eleven other mostly children, collateral damage, but we fight a global war. I wished for and found my Paradise on earth and it is bloody boring.