A green love has entered this Mexican house.
A house with no windows.
A house where you can see the stars,
and where a Ganesha-print cloth dances with strong winds
that cut across the construction and rubble
around it.
A house where the only rule is to never
stop dreaming.
Where tobacco, vegetables, beer, rum,
copal, and chocolate are always welcome.
A house where in the stillness you may see
a receptive candle flickering;
you may see cats napping;
you may hear the formations
of quasars, or the distant explosion of a star
into dust, that settles on guitar chords
waiting to be played.
A green love has settled into this house.
And if there come hurricane clouds,
twists of damp darkness in the green,
the nearby ocean will roar and roar,
and there will sound rattles and whistles
and chants and prayers;
But the honey-clear-blue cenotes,
elegant ceibas and effervescent rainbows
are the interwoven base of the lair,
and their roots run deep into the peninsula’s
limestone and inframundos,
and swing coordinating
like Papantla flyers.
Synchronizing and sleeping between these roots
and this cave of refuge,
to learn a different way of walking.
to learn a different way of talking.
I am a teapot and a river-
to brew and infuse and stimulate-
we will see the creations that come
out of various moons under this
enchanted roof!
A house with no windows.
A house where you can see the stars,
and where a Ganesha-print cloth dances with strong winds
that cut across the construction and rubble
around it.
A house where the only rule is to never
stop dreaming.
Where tobacco, vegetables, beer, rum,
copal, and chocolate are always welcome.
A house where in the stillness you may see
a receptive candle flickering;
you may see cats napping;
you may hear the formations
of quasars, or the distant explosion of a star
into dust, that settles on guitar chords
waiting to be played.
A green love has settled into this house.
And if there come hurricane clouds,
twists of damp darkness in the green,
the nearby ocean will roar and roar,
and there will sound rattles and whistles
and chants and prayers;
But the honey-clear-blue cenotes,
elegant ceibas and effervescent rainbows
are the interwoven base of the lair,
and their roots run deep into the peninsula’s
limestone and inframundos,
and swing coordinating
like Papantla flyers.
Synchronizing and sleeping between these roots
and this cave of refuge,
to learn a different way of walking.
to learn a different way of talking.
I am a teapot and a river-
to brew and infuse and stimulate-
we will see the creations that come
out of various moons under this
enchanted roof!
-Lauren Wolf, 20-1-09
