simple. rambling. disordered. wild. my favorite kind.
as my time here draws to a close I'm moving slower and slower. sinking into the royal city of san cristobal de las casas more deeply. reading on the rooftop azotea while flotillas of clouds pass overhead.
every night I go out in the back patio and stare up at the sky. starshine at night. I like to see what orion is up to down here in chiapas.
I found this poem in a book La Duena let me borrow from her enormous collection. THE NEW WEEKEND BOOK. books written in the 20's intended to be the only book you'd need for a long weekend out of the city or a sea voyage. collections of poems, astronomy, games, music, first aid, and so much more. sort of like an iPad with the flipboard app installed. for the pre-digital world.
I stood and stared, the sky was lit,
The sky was stars all over it,
I stood, I knew not why,
Without a wish, without a will,
I stood upon that silent hill
And stared into the sky until
My eyes were blind with stars and still
I stared into the sky.
hmmmmm. I think flipboard needs a poetry section. maybe swap out the oprah section.
just a thought.
well anyway I'll just be here on the roof. reading, staring, thinking about starshine.