Pineal Awakening

A September at dawn;
On the shores of Patara desert
A lone fisher casts into the lap of darkness,
Unaware —just as Fynbos blooming
into a kaleidoscope in Western Cape.
In Banaue, tanned women toil,
planting seedlings in bare, mirrored terraces,
Their waters cascading like glass.
A willow whispers in Gion’s breeze,
to the fluidly passing-by beauty.

At Iglesia de Chamula,
A chicken faints,
Overcome by a torrent of emotions,
The air heavy with pungent offerings.
Meanwhile, trembling legs sway,
Precarious on high heels,
In a milonga bar on Avenida Corrientes.

Me,
In the Khao Sok Rainforest,
A pupa,
learning to fly.

05.2020