I’ve Turned Into a Puddle

Dear readers,

It’s very hot today. I am begging for a storm to come along to rinse down Honduras. I’m being careful for what I wish for and not hoping for anything hurricane size, but it’s like a constant greenhouse, relentlessly spanking us with its heat. There’s no breeze and the humidity is hanging in the air. If you’re not in a room with air conditioning or a fan, you’re going to struggle, and if you have no water, you’re a fool.

A sweat angel – courtesy of CrossFitRook

I played the fool today. I had to walk across the Nuestros Pequeños Hermanos ranch without a bottle of some trusted H2O and I was almost seeing double on arrival of my destination. I knocked five cups of water then walked back and needed five more. My shirt was stained with sweat and I was talking gibberish, and I guess I still am in this blog post.

I will continue this gibberish in the shape of a poem made up of Limerick verses. You might think I’ve lost my mind. Maybe I have. Maybe you have. Maybe you will have reading this poem.

I’ve Turned Into a Puddle

Turned into liquid form,

This wasn’t the shape I was born,

I used to have legs,

To walk me to Gregg’s*,

Now the heat’s got me seeing a unicorn.

I used to dream of living in a hot place,

Now I walk around with a permanent red face,

Floored and befuddled,

I’ve turned into a puddle,

I’m no longer part of the human race.

I could be used to put out a fire,

Or be the tears of a crier,

I could be a drop in the sea,

But I’m sure you’d agree

That this isn’t a life to aspire.

*A pastry and sandwich chain in the UK


About Nicholas Rogers

I am an English journalist/copywriter living in Tegucigalpa, Honduras, and I have been here since 2011. I originally came to work with Casa Alianza, which supports street kids and vulnerable youths. I then stayed on, after meeting Pamela Cruz Lozano, who calls me her adopted Catracho. I work freelance journalism and I have my own translation business. Why did I come here? For the challenge, to open my mind and get out of my comfort zone. I love literature and I've written a book with street kids. I write novels, short stories and poetry, all of which you will find on this blog, as well as a lot of information about Honduras. View all posts by Nicholas Rogers

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