mexico

um, chiapas.
san cristobal is quaint by all accounts, including mine...

Authentic Sombrero Sahuayo
why do you torture me so?
you are so wonderful for blocking the suns rays
couldn´t you just leave it at that?

must you carry in your tightly sewn straw weave
a thousand and one possibilities for me to be judged?

this is the town where they grow your coffee. it´s called san cayetano.

this is the roof of the house where they dry your coffee.

these are the coffee grower´s dogs running accross your coffee.

leaving for guatemala, i had many ideas about what i was going to get myself into down here. one of them was that i had no idea - that i´d be discovering the plan along the way...going with the flow as they say.

i am, in palenque. mexico that is. maybe you´ve been here. it´s a destination.

i´ve been here for 3 weeks. wow. never would have thought i´d say that. so the moving from place to place journey took a hiatus and palenque has been more of an inner journey. one thing and then the other kept me here over the last 3 weeks. and it looks like it will be at least 4 or 5 more days. it´s crazy... i have all these things i wanted to do and how to get them all done in the month and half i have left and who knows if or how they all will happen, but i´m kinda glad about that. a rare opportunity to let the plans go and trust that it will all work out.

watch out for "la chica fresita" - she´s busting out of her package!

untitled poem:

this place is unremarkable

surrounded by jungle, invaded by fog
at night the trees drip drops like rain
on the tatch-roofed anbandoned dining room
where i slung my hammock

it´s not DEEP jungle, it´s not undeveloped
but then, it´s not well-developed either

slow-served breakfast by the light of the TV
an eternally recycling HBO promo atop the coke machine

and the work of the day in the backgroundç
cutting grass, with a machete