Islands built in lake beds
One thing her hometown
And my hometown have in common.
Lake water seeped into soil
Transforming into corn,
Mangos, tomatoes, jalapenos.
Everything worth eating.
Surrounded by volcanoes
Reminding me beauty and joy
Always come with risk.
I miss the people with skin of brown
And it taking all day to drive through town.
Pyramids reaching to the sun
And journeying it with son on back.
I expected new flavours and smells
I expected new sights and sounds
But I could never expect
A tattoo on my spirit.
Flourish and dance entrance
This stoic gringo in plaid
Leaving me speechless,
My words already meaningless.
Family I’d never met embrace me
With more tenacity than those back home,
I met every shade of every colour
On the concrete walls of houses,
I met every type of kindness
On the inside of open hearts.
My stomach always full
From the generosity of others,
Need to wake there soon
To smell a thousand smells
Whispering I’m welcome.
Home in a brand new way,
Cajeta resonating in a maple syrup man,
Pine needles replaced with cactus spines.
My money went far, my heart went further
Hasn’t quite come back
I’m going to have to chase it.
– Vagabond Prophet
– I’m in love with Mexico in case you didn’t catch on, and as such I don’t believe I’ve done it any kind of justice. Anyways that’s the end of my prompts for National Poetry Writing Month. Drop me a line!
Vagabond Prophet 