An Aquarius sun not baking, but brining moments
The tide rolls unshaken in quantities unmeasurable
But the time here trickles over the face of smooth granite
Moving mountains one atom at a time, carving soul canyons
The breeze whispers nautical tales written in artists sand
One million grains to capture the crease in the Captain's forehead
An entire tropical beach to explain his love of drink
Not enough sand in Mexico to calculate the depth of his sorrow
For those unable to still a mind, the battle wages
In between cold beer and a salty sun, it settles in
A death grip released by witnessing necessity in simple fashion
What do I need to get by today, por mi familia
The pelican intuitively knows high tide, boiling waters, heavy meals
Efficiently killing, but murder is not on it's mind
Eat now for tomorrow it storms, empty hearts, hollow bellies
Mañana brings torturous results for some, bliss for others
Rising, bleeding, bathing
Que pasa El Sol......que pasa
This is magnificent in its philosophy and beautiful in its descriptions. I see Mexico has filled you up again.
ReplyDeleteLove this:
For those unable to still a mind, the battle wages
In between cold beer and a salty sun, it settles in
A death grip released by witnessing necessity in simple fashion
I love Mexico..Eat now for tomorrow it storms, empty hearts, hollow bellies Mañana brings torturous results for some, bliss for others...so true...we never know what the sun will bring us...nice work!
ReplyDeleteJust got back from six days in Isla Holbox it was wonderful. Thanks so much for stopping by, I really appreciate it.
Delete'...time here trickles over the face of smooth granite
ReplyDeleteMoving mountains one atom at a time,' what great lines. The whole piece is, come to that. Kudos.
whoa, Corey, i love this. i want moments to brine... moments like that. wow.
ReplyDeletethe second stanza here totally blows me away. over.