GUANAJUATO

       

          

(for Ana Cervantes)

Guanajuato

rests on silver & blood

Ancient and stone buildings

hold it in place

In the plaza

small explosions

remind us we’re awake

bell tones fly like darts

prompting souls back to

Christ’s heart and the Virgins womb

In all the Churches of Ancient Voices

          (las Iglesias de Voces Antiguas)

prayers are like smoke

rising into the baroque

gilding ceilings and walls

Grandmothers’ know

it’s breath that matters

because breath will carry them away

If Guanajuato could weep

pastels would flow

as streams and waterfalls

streets would run rainbows

We would drink color

and to spite heaven

we would be happy on earth.

RW

GTO, Mex

01.18.2020