mayan homes

indigenous chanting layered the landscape
2012 was coming
it had been predicted,
correctly
seesayers journeyed
to the origin
of beginnings and
the edge of the
end

mayan temples

the Earth was hopeful
engraved and blessed
the important stones were
forever
astounded
awake

mayan morning

the Sun, the Sun never fails you there
everywhere the Sun
in the eyes and waves
and soul
of this
womb

mayan country...

we were part of the rue,
like beans and rice
a cold can's sweat on a
hot day

mayan country....

rearranged, molecule by molecule
stacking stone by stone
towards the heavens
touching that Sun that Sun
a cosmic plan
gracefully
unfolded

la playa