Siesta

I remember

Midday heat
In the high town,
In silence
A stray cat
Slips by the 
The deserted bar.

The great war soldier
Stands 
In stony silence
By the sleeping 
Central fountain 
Of the square.

Creaking 
Into the church,
A sanctuary
Of ancient damp
I light a candle
Before St Anthony.

All people are
Shuttered away.

Having watered 
Their window boxes
With my curiosity
I can slip into the shade
Of the castle keep
And fall asleep.

JL May 25. 11:23