The clouds in Guatemala

In Guatemala the clouds
slide down the skirts of the volcanoes
into the caldera lake,
rustling and roaring
with the rain approaching—
We swam this morning off the rocks,
you floated away around an outcrop
and I was alone with the warm waves and my body,
sensual and small beneath clear sky—
Now the hammock is an empty orbital arc on the balcony,
a cool breeze slips through the window
and the mountains go hazy across the lake—
Pumice flows in the gutters
as if fallen with the rain—
Moisture seeps through the dust,
quenching bones in the hurricane mud—
Gold teeth sown by the hand full in the clandestine hills
are germinating in the rich soil—
In fields of maize shivering
under the highland mists
new ears come up red as sunrise—

(Lake Atitlán, Guatemala, 2007)

Caracol, Lago Atitlán, Guatemala

Caracol, Lago Atitlán, Guatemala

About cascadiasolidaria

Human rights and solidarity activist from Cascadia, North America, writing about issues of justice and security in Guatemala and Central America from a perspective of solidarity with human rights and social movements.
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