Thursday, 5 February 2009
Snatches of the Mayan Riviera
The sun awakened my imagination, caressing the seed open from the formant form lying in the cold earth. Bursts of poetry came forth; lines filled with metaphors, similes, alliteration, and a vocabulary born out of a library of books in memory and the span of three languages. Each thought was pulled from my mind, and just as quickly snatched away with the ebb of the waves licking my feet. I cried in my soul that these poetic verses might never see ink on a page, and then I was comforted that perhaps they were never meant to leave this moment. And so many thoughts so formed were laid in a coffin of sand and buried in the ocean of the Mayan Riviera.