SNAPSHOTS OF CENTRAL
AMERICA_1990-1992
Intro
For
thirty years I had fantasized about an overland trip from Oregon to the tip of
South America. I wanted to experience the distance and the geographic
conditions that allowed so many unique cultures to evolve. I wanted to do
it inexpensively. I wanted to take my time. So with a lots of time and little
money, I set out to fulfill my dream.
The adventure began immediately. First I closed down a
successful art glass studio of 12 years and leased my house. When I
boarded the Green Tortoise, an alternative bus company, I had no idea where I
was going except South and eventually Tierra del Fuego.
After 6
weeks on the Pacific beaches of Mexico, I crossed the border into Guatemala. An
important goal for me was to learn Spanish in order to share with new friends.
So I moved in with a family and took lessons 5 hours a day. After 3
weeks, my language proficiency had increased substantially. I also began to
realize that Central America would require at least 7 months, so I decided to
only go as far as Panama. My journey was not just about destinations,
but how I would experience each day getting there.
I set
out alone, but traveled 75% of the time with other travelers. It was
comforting as I felt that we were all part of another culture that transcended
political borders. I was a full participant in a community of spirited
individuals with a global perspective. We shared rooms, food, personal
philosophies, and new adventures.
The
majority were from Europe, although a few were from the USA, Canada, Australia,
Japan, Israel, and Argentina. Sometimes we spoke only Spanish in order to
communicate. It became our common language. We drew strength from each
other in our daily commitment to a non violent world and a healthy planet where
all around us were hints of environmental tragedy and oppression. We moved
through the Americas as observers and tried to leave nothing more than a
footprint of our experiences and interactions behind.
One
aspect of my journey was spiritual. I had been feeling a strong need to
reconnect with myself and community. The word, reconnect, is key and there were
many doors which I unlocked.
Another
aspect of my journey was a warrior's quest, discovering my dragons. I wanted to
identify those attitudes and behavioral patterns that prevent me from living
life fully. Initially my objective was to slay these dragons. I realized
in time, however, that what I really wanted was to understand them, to make
them my friends, to redirect their energy. My effort has being paying
dividends.
After a
couple of months in the mountains of Guatemala, I journeyed to the Caribbean
Islands off Honduras. I camped on some with no food, electricity, or
water. They were just as beautiful as you are imagining this very moment.
Yes, there were coconut trees and the jar of peanut butter, though not
essential, connected me with home.
A trip
by cargo boat and hiking took me up the Mosquito Coast to isolated Caribe
villages only accessible by sea. We forded rivers, swam in sweet water lagoons,
visited crocodile invested swamps, and lived almost everyday on rice and beans.
The journey continued across Nicaragua and ended in Costa Rica, visiting its
tropical parks and active volcanoes. Since it was the beginning of the rainy
season, I decided Panama could wait. I traveled back to Oregon overland by bus,
enjoying the spring, juicy mangoes, and my first solar eclipse.
I was
home on time for Thanksgiving with family and friends, leaving a few days
later. I flew directly to Chile for the best weather in Patagonia and Tierra
del Fuego. The plan was to travel from the tip of South America overland mainly
following the Pan American Highway System. Of course there were many
distractions and detours along the way as I crisscrossed South America by
hitchhiking, bus, and boat to Oregon. It took me over a year to return to
Portland.
Why
didn't I write a traditional journal? As I mentioned, my journals
tend to become a record of where I stayed, what I paid, who I met, and so on.
What I hoped to capture were those fleeting moments when I was fully present.
If pictures are worth a thousand words, then perhaps poetic snapshots could
help me visually remember those ordinary experiences that moved me deeply.
Because of this approach, I was able to be more openly playful, to share
my most intimate fears and thoughts. For me this journal is successful.
POEMS
MY ROOM
Morning
light invades my sleep
defining
noises of the dark
A fan
whirls a swim suit flaps
my
earthen room is warming
fresh
fruit market treasures
capture
my senses
A small
space with banos
three
times my concrete bed
positioned
by the shower
the
sink an easy reach
my
knees pressed against the wall
my nose
wet
the dampness
the dampness
penetrates
my being
Self-contained luxurious
white stained walls no decor
only Mexican revolutionaries
only Mexican revolutionaries
picturesque
on horseback
guard
the warrior as he sleeps
A
baby’s cry begins its serenade
A
chorus of clearing throats
and
foreign chatter ascend
the courtyard to my balcony
Only 1
block to the beach
purified
water toilet paper free
I like
my room
mas
economica
and
clean
MEANDERINGS
Walked picked up trucked
The sea air sings
palms caress with shade
waves sun themselves
I bake and burn
a coke sign flaps noiselessly
local fuel warm Pepsi cools
a world of contrasts refreshing
Cliffs steep free of clinging trees
Water green blue tepid
The sand brown littered
with yesterday and children
with yesterday and children
some beautiful
others mirror their poverty
Palapa colors invade the senses
orange and red bathe table tops
orange and red bathe table tops
chairs pink and blue stand poised
each indistinguishable visually rich
the same with boats
the same with clothes
the same with names
here continuity abounds
A gift the present
sitting writing seeing
time for friends
hours to share myself
prioritizing life treasures
And there above the sea
from thirty feet a pelican
from thirty feet a pelican
free falls on unsuspecting fish
a young boy casts his net
a perfect circle a successful catch
seagulls glide preparing a distraction
like rain drops from the sky
to claim a morsel missed
by pelicans and young boys
by pelicans and young boys
everyone enjoying Melaque Bay
LEAVING
Today I leave Melaque
by 8 it's only a rumor
launched our panga
carries us over opposing waves
carries us over opposing waves
to fish and dive these local waters
5 elders escort me
5 elders escort me
guiding my initiation
amidst small islands with cactus tops
Today I am filled with spirit
my body fluid like the sea
today my world is peaceful
there is always tomorrow
for goodbyes and buses
for leaving Melaque
A JOURNEY NEVER ENDS
Four days home
why so sad melancholy
this sunny day
this sunny day
the ad is placed
the house will rent
I will journey soon
to South America
to meet new brothers
and imagined places
and imagined places
yet I feel uneasiness
a disconnection unplugged
a disconnection unplugged
Sunday finds me at the center
new thought new age
new thought new age
meditative healing prose
inspires me enriches me
to join the celebration
to embrace the community
to embrace the community
I breathe deeply meditate
my tranquilizer muscles rejoice
my tranquilizer muscles rejoice
it's not tomorrow that I crave
but this very moment
but this very moment
I'm enlivened applaud my awareness
laughing at my momentary confusion
a wrong turn a dead end road
I return to the junction
the adventure continue
I return to the junction
the adventure continue
A MAN DRUGGED
The boy
he sees a dog
he throws his coconut
he misses
startling a crouching cat
waiting for the last shrimp
pelicans spiralling
pelicans spiralling
splashing on swirling fish
following the coconut
to the water's edge
I wonder if it's ripe
how sweet it is
I look for other coconuts
following the coconut
to the water's edge
I wonder if it's ripe
how sweet it is
I look for other coconuts
I look at every woman
with tasty interest
a man drugged
on sun and coke
and three palapas
I am full I am sleepy
the coconut now beached
not another in sight
the coconut now beached
not another in sight
every woman still of interest
I head for the hammock
I head for the hammock
LISTENING
Salty water
pulsing up down
rattling rocks my thoughts
sailboats hover close
beckoning
for new adventures
I sit in the shade
a free park
overcome with sleep
listening
for my response
to midnight parties
to a drunk Canadian
to his fuck off
while in shallow water
4 divers interrupt
their treasure
a tennis shoe
will I do better
the farther south I journey
WATER BOILING
Water boiling
pelicans alert young boys
full speed running the beach
to heave big nets at tiny fish
Water boiling
big fish unseen flap their tails
stunning schooled children
little ones caught in nets
Water boiling
the bait is cast lines secured
hours of waiting yield to action
Water boiling
confused seas a daily display
where big fish herd little fish
little fish tempt big fish
young boys and pelicans
share their cleverness
mothers everywhere are proud
Water boiling
SPANISH LESSON
I wake early to study spanish
first a walk the bowels need cleansing
a good breakfast some conversation
exercising daily I run the beach
stopping strangers indulging fishermen
It's lunchtime a siesta under shady palms
next a swim a shower helps to cool
now too hot for books I visit neighbors watch the girls
two cokes later a setting sun prepares me to begin
thank god it will be dark soon
BE A FISHERMAN
Cloudy this morning sun red hot above the masts
a net planted in the night awaits attention
a boy and dog in small canoe approach cautiously
hand over hand nothing
but then a fish so small it's thrown to the sea
Woof! Woof! "There goes my breakfast."
more netting more nothing
til another small fish it too released
the dog barks disapproval
soon the last inch of net retrieved
empty nada nothing
empty nada nothing
silently the canoe returns to shore
Woof! Woof!
"Nets are for lazy people.
"Nets are for lazy people.
Now be a fisherman!"
WE LAUGH
A sunset bright orange
no green flash tonight
just three girls
appearing from behind
a wave speaking Spanish
we laugh
over school
over the sea
under the stars
today was lazy
hammock heaven
why move
why move
a twelve year old a mother
sells me peanuts
sells me peanuts
others offer drinks
others offer clothes
some offer piggy banks
for sanddollars
discovered in abundance
TO BE WET
a hawk dives
retrieves a fish
sand dollars frolic
beneath my feet
crabs scurry
in and out of holes
no-see-ums are seen
their presence felt
more waves come
one after another
until I'm driven
to be wet
DOGS
Dogs everywhere a pack
running up and down
the beach
all pissing
on the same spot
on the same net
open territory
one rolling in urine
yelps his delight
his feet a silhouette
against a setting sun
galloping past
another hordes
his dinner
beach-baked fish
on the street
another snout explores
abandon orange peels
a gangly chicken
saunters curiously close
unafraid of vegan canines
THE RECEPTION
A wedding reception
open to the village
to me to you
shotguns at the gate
insure a good time
the music is live
loud happy
the dance a three step
Inside firm thighs
caress a bottle
to the beat
outside men prepare
outside men prepare
for little sleep tonight
BEACH VENDORS
they sell everything
filling each moment
punctuating every thought
I hide in my book
I think invisible
I see you señor
there is no escape
they are relentless
there is no escape
they are relentless
You want
peanuts carvings singing
You like which postcard
buen precio para ti
mi amigo
never asked just once
nor twice our friendship
blossoms like vendors on the vine
nor twice our friendship
blossoms like vendors on the vine
it's work for twelve year olds
their babies content
listening learning
suckle loudly
drowning out my smile
and my no
CARMEL WARRIOR
why did I stop
retrace my steps
cross the street
to an alley of shops
my armour clanging
through your door
to clarify my vision
to clarify yours
such energy
I sensed its safety
though fearful
of the moment
of the risk
of warriors
a partnership
a common path support
for the journey just ahead
TRAIN RIDE
The old train stops everywhere
for children selling food and gum
the car is packed
full of smoke
of babies crying
lights illuminate the dark
some sleep others cough
wrapped in blankets
children talk and giggle
the mountain air is cold
another stop no people
pausing only for a weary engine
EVER
I miss my new friends
surrounded by market noise
by strange music
shirt twirled high
an old man dances
and sommersaults
for children
so fluid his rythmn
I understand what I see
will I know what I hear
ever
ever
THE JUNCTION
Dropped off a crossroad
the junction to San Blas
thirsty my head pounding
a man speaks Spanish
no bus for hours
we flap our arms
a pickup stops
we climb aboard
we hold on
tightly
my hair whips
my eyes tear
we blur by bananas
a car curving in slow motion
this is not adventure
this is dangerous
it's over
I'm alive I dismount
hot head still throbbing
hotels at dusk are hard to find
a six year old quides me
to a resting place
to a resting place
HUNGRY
Hungry I visit the market
now closed and silent
except for one a restaurant
its emptiness beckons
what would you like?
music is played
we have only beans
a man dances
others gather to my table
lovers kiss we applaud
soon laughter fills San Blas
JUNGLE BOAT
Up at 5:30 before the dawn
a boat trip through the jungle
crocodiles fish and birds await
the day begins with turtles
and smelly plants
we are quiet looking for clues
soon anticipation wains
no wildlife only the reflections
of other boats from other times
when creatures were abundant
HOT BODY
The sun heats my body
I swim to quench the fire
the water warm cools little
indigenous surround me
mirroring gods colorful and bright
exhausted a baby cries then smiles
humid sticky days bind our thoughts
in sweat sleepiness and visions
WAKE UP TIME
Kitchen noises illuminate my dreams
someone pukes away the night
a fan swirls clothes are washed
sleep is impossible
on this trip for waking up
TWO MEN DANCING
Two men dancing cross the square
full moon their guide so sweet the air
and neither knows the other's there
One is drunk his path unclear
the other born his twisted peer
across the plaza each draws near
they pass opposed abstaining fear
Trees cropped squared a new years sight
the evening light so full and bright
our 2 men greet and dance the night
NEW FRIENDS
A lazy day
the breeze so gentle
it cools little
hammocked and quiet
I listen to the ocean
such color
future vendors visit
I practise my Spanish
no gracias
no gracias
I share my food
I steal a glance
100 new friends
coming my way
coming my way
TAXI
A taxi a collectivo
a VW bus hard seats
no amenities no shocks
the driver spits
to an open window
his arm is damp
he sprays again pedal to the floor
his shirt is wet
people get on
people get off
they know where they are going
I will know when I get there
PARADISO
Ten k's of dirt track the midday sun afire
our driver cools his heat chugging a Corona
beached we follow his finger a new friend
pointing toward the days first meal
past the putting green of aristocracy
past sand dunes and abandoned homes
we walk the ocean sinking softly
each step heavy our packs bulging
with things frivolous non-essential
Suddenly the waters unfold
big fish cruise the shallows
a fishermen's dream my stomach growls
penquins and fingerlings flee the advance
tails flap the beach explodes with fish
soon we will feast swing in hammocks
enlivened by a gentle sea breeze
Ahead lies shade for resting a place to swim
a palapa appears a lagoon
paradiso
paradiso
the earth quakes our arrival welcome
tonight we will sleep well
DID WE GO
Two dogs fuck others tongue the air
scorpion guards circle the toilet
I bucket a shower from the well
my senses sharpen aromas tease
a fish fried and garlic-laden swims in rice
it greets my plate then my palate
my tutor yawns a spanish sun sets
the wind stirs the sea stars are in abundance
a glorious day ends still I wonder
did we go to war in other sandy places?
AN INTUITIVE RESPONSE
Up early to venture South
a hitched ride to a right turn
yet his story draws me left
back from where I'd come
an intuitive response
to Lazaro and turtles
The day passes quickly
bananas on the open road
to a bus stop that doesn't
a man shrugs patience
and vanishes in the jungle
alone at dusk above a river
doubting my direction myself
I turn around hopelessly lost
an approaching car swerves
interpreting my thoughts
and stops
resume your path come with us
to a dirt road unmarked
to turtle camp and new friends
no more bumpy roads today
REST AND BATHE
A spring to wash away the winter
year after year cool and cleansing
fish breathe and play the pools
women pound familiar rocks
only the clothes and voices change
a slight breeze a fly explores the reeds
oh the stories that old tree could tell
I'm tired from turtle patrols collecting eggs
the stillness soothes my aching body
I rest and bathe restore my energy
tonight we midwifes need a watchful spirit
I AM MIDWIFE
Overwhelmed with joy
I am midwife guardian a friend
to turtle spirit leather back
my planetary partner
each of us the other
we share our tears at midnight
a grand performance scripting the future
extinction is not their choice
will it be ours?
LEATHER BACK
Black against the sand
a leather back is lifted ashore
to track a nest
one flipper digs
the other widens
deep as her reach
quietly she lays
muscles tense then release
It's time to mask her work
retrace her path
return home return to sea
MY BIRTHDAY
My birthday renewal of self
a perfect day and present
a gift, this living life fully
a chance to roam intuitively
to celebrate with joy
Happy Birthday To You
I smile a coincidence or plan
from this radio this moment
in a foreign tonque
And on the beach my party
an Englishman juggles
a French woman speaks Spanish
a child applauds
my youthfulness is intact
I am lucky to be so enlivened
happy birthday Señor Kent
EVER
Church for sunday my humanity revealed
a cry for love and closeness phones me home
a solidary warrior seeks renewal
from poisoned bread
an orange dilutes its bitterness
small comfort should I die
bus fumes spray the air
another truck found dead
young guns police the wrecks
vendors syrup sidewalks
everything for sale flies are free
streets of dust confuse my path
watered down by women
leaking buckets broken pipes
christmas lites blind me for attention
pigs snort the earth
tortillas hide themselves well
roosters confused by night
doodle at the moon
will I ever find my way back home
through this maze of noise and smells
drugged by present moments
trusting primal visions
as I live my meditation
and do I want to return
ever
DRAGON IN MY PATH
Toothless like a shadow
dark and stalking
What do I fear
his red shirt and hat
lurking close
alone and lonely
harder to avoid
but I do my best
fearful and repulsed
I must reach deeper much deeper
to find love compassion
for this dragon
persistant in my path
BED TO BEACH
Chirping geckos early shadows
one step from bed to beach
a full moon lingers the sun rises
fishermen launch their day
they struggle with their boats
palms windmill hypnotizing waves
that curl crashing on the sand
PREJUDICE
The room smells dark he is easy to find
drunk in his cantina though not alone
staggering up he screams his hatred
Americans are whores grabbing a bottle
I sense the danger
I speak in German
I sense the danger
I speak in German
heil hitler german man are you one too
I visualize my pain I am frightened
I concede his turf angry and confused
I cry out for understanding for balance
yes my prejudice surfaced for Mexicans
drunk with words and a single handshake
STRANGE
Max and I find a new beach
Puerto Arista muy tranquilo
no naked breasts to distract
no loud music to ignore
Just sea noise and a gentle breeze
few tourists here the last good beach
the land green with distant mountains
fertile soil billowing clouds
strange Oregon seems close today
here on the border with Guatemala
here on the border with Guatemala
A CORNER ROOM
A corner room a moon to view
quaint and clean a shower
a week of beach washes away
real hot water I am ready for dreams
Kent welcome roar-beep-chug
every bus every auto drifts by my window
mufflerless reverberations rattle my bed
all night the greeters come so creative
I wearily applaud no relief no sleep
thankful for the dawn I flee the city
savoring fumes on a bus ride to the border
TODAY'S VERSE
Guatemalan sunset
black sands and pier
a launch is lifted two men and gear
a shift of weight the constant fear
while eight men crank Its fate so near
the sun is orange it's sinking fast
the bus today was not my last
packed bus hot sun now both are gone
the fish the boat it won't be long
tomorrows verse to continue my song
YEARNING
Nameless streets
at night so dark
dust marks the track
hotel to park
vendors shadowless
offer me wares
too black to see
too tired to care
aimless path
the shrimp superb
I yearn for more
BUS RIDE TO XELA
The land the sea and me
fish jump fruit grows well
I sweat
pop
change is eminent
pop again
my ears clear
my ears clear
matching rhymns of the road
narrow winding
steep and windy
the river flows below us
refreshment for a thirsty bus
our guide
climbing to the peaks
clouds swirling
terraced landscape abound
ALMOLONGA BATHES
I wait for my bath
hot and inviting release
liquid minerals from the mountains
thirty people line the hall
enlivening the dampness
colorful village dress dialect
a narrow beam of light
a chill is in the air
it finds me reminds me
be patient
be patient
a warm bath will soon heal
your body
your spirit
The temperature is perfect
I feel sleepy
my muscles relax
my hour is finished
QUESTIONS
What does it cost
I earn .50c an hour
you must be rich
I work on a ranch
what time is it
do you speak Spanish
can you teach me English
where is your village
many dying in your war
do you like Guatemala
I was born her
how many children
I have five
just passing through
may your journey go well
SPANISH BREAKDOWN
where did you come from
How did you know
you knew when you saw me
you knew I would blow
so filled up with spanish
my mind would be next
frustrated unhappy
no progress my best
but you heard me
you calmed me
I'd been put to the test
it's a wonder that warriors
EMOTIONS
Tickling my ears
spanish words and phrases
jumbled lines a foreign tongue
emotions peaked and poised
awakened they erupt
a crescendo of volcanoes
the dragon cornered snarls
subdued with hot words
removing the chill
my fear of seperation
from other warriors here
HOME
I was someplace else
than where I was
I was Home
in these mountains of Guatemala
I felt connected
to the earth
to Oregon
I knew at that moment
DONKEY DAYS
A burrow leading
three men with firewood
moved slowly
on a rocky path with secrets
its hard being a donkey all day
he was going home
he was hungry
the trio followed close behind
they were hungry
they were tired
they were laughing
THE BEST OF NAHUALA
Nahuala a village older than its fruit trees
a self-contained town with radio station
broadcasting customs of the day
every inch of land a farm
producing sustinence for families
on hills to steep for grazing
churches everywhere compete for souls
no signs or cars to mar their quest
only cattle roam the street
feeding on what's left
there's a creek it carries water
cleansing water washing clothes
water driving mill stones
and irrigating crops
old dogs and elders guard the past
yet the future is persistant
the song is new to worn ears
young boys in love with music
mend unraveled tape
strewn cross the land
eroding culture
can they save it
SPANISHED
Three weeks of words
like butterflies
cacooned between my ears
never quite knowing
will they ever return
or come when needed
yes swooping up
from the depths they ascend
fluttering and confused
it's the darkness they fear
ah sweetly they're regrouping
pausing in the light slowly in procession
SHARING
Years in waiting chills of night
today drives out the darkness
to celebrate the light
each moment full of living
the journey feels right
though the emptiness still lingers
PIZZA'S ARE FOR EATING
He sits alone
with a beer a book
and pizza Panachel
he eats slowly
one piece then another
close, by the door
a dog invisible sits
silently sniffing
stalking the air
waiting
a momentary flash
pizza man departs
pizza man departs
something urgent temporary
the door is small for two
quietly a slice warm and fragrant
floats to the door
chump it disappears
a second flash
pizza man returns
pizza man returns
it's a narrow door for two
he notices the difference
but logic must prevail
he gobbles up the rest
pizza's are for eating
not for flying
pizza man knows that
I know that
pizza man knows that
I know that
the dog knows that too
offering a look of innocence
our eyes meet
the dog smiles brightly
THE WIND IS CIRCLING
The wind it circles
carrying our experiences
a tornado uprooting foundations
so secure your thoughts
hold them dear
the wind is circling
collecting memories loosely planted
seeds germinate best
THE CAVE OF SAINT MARCOS
Do you have a prayer
why no words
coming only to observe
very passive this looking
yet what could I say
to his spiritual guide
and theirs
My saints don't smoke
nor guzzle whiskey
or channel my pain
to another full
of celestial answers
My saints don't smoke
nor guzzle whiskey
or channel my pain
to another full
of celestial answers
only candles and incense
are familiar reminding me
of other paths
to higher powers
that permeate
are familiar reminding me
of other paths
to higher powers
that permeate
this cliffside cave
and others
and others
ANYONE TO XELA
Anyone to Xela
Bus ride back
jammed packed
good morning officer
everyone is seated
it's the law
he checks I count
ten butts hug
a row for four
enjoy the view
it's not your bus
TEA PLEASE
Breakfast in El Estor
tea please
an early request
an early request
liquid boiled safe to drink
my meal nearly finished
he hits the dusty streets
he has one wish to fulfill
he has no tea
where does he go
who does he meet
the minutes many pass
the miles imagined
through the jungle
fording rivers
my fork at rest
my patience to the test
he returns mission accomplished
he returns mission accomplished
with a solitary bag
dangling by its string
I am grateful
the dangers overcome
a client satisfied
I order a second cup
GOOD MORNING
Honduras loves me
hot and sweaty
I open my door to the day
and a cool breeze
and a cool breeze
inviting me to return to bed
hola señor
buenas dias señor
my eyes are closed
but their identity is known
another offers music
blaring tunes from the sixties
invading my dreams
I cough and cough
now fully awake
blaring tunes from the sixties
invading my dreams
I cough and cough
now fully awake
my room fills with smoke
yesterdays garbage burning below
In one hour on the wings of a bird
I am gone
It's so absurd
angry laughing
but I feel
deeply today
NEW FRIENDS
Dinner tonight by lantern light
chinese soup and tea
discussing life aspirations
to the beat of a moonsoon rain
the bar empty a car garage
we pay and leave
three different cultures
we share we walk the park
to coffee in rocking chairs
and ponder our future
our new connection
A CRY FOR LOVE
Tranquil morning
horses graze the flats
people eager to depart
boats and cargo ready
crack smack
It's just an oxyen
dumb for hauling
beat its face
crack make it smart
smack back up
whack do what I think
my tension builds to anger
I want to scream
I fear my interference
more pain to the oxyen
the young boy needs love
his hostility overwhelms
how do I help him see
the depth of his denial
ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK
I opened up the door
a little
in four nights shared
I learned this
I can relinquish control
being with someone can be lonely
I am vulnerable
I am learning patience
PREYING THIEVES
a holy day, a street dance
push 1 2 3 he's smooth clever
such inate rhythm
catch the beat watch the cripple
pickpocket me
his daily performance in the market
a breakfast show
one to admire
his subtle moves
sleight of hand
so early in the morning
with tricks that please
that capture your attention
expensive theatre
full of intrique
demanding my participation
invited again I might refuse
I felt nothing
I sensed everything
yet to a victim like me
everyone's a partner
Shall we dance
Yes, he was quick
It could have been a she
a team player maybe three
liberating me completely
to the day
to the moment
of my cash
There was no applause
from the locksmith
from the vendors
from passersbye
there should have been
BERNARD & SAN JOSE
Bernardo left today
loving so freely
sexing it up in San Jose
brooding hens will wait
for the young rooster's return
Yes we love him
to tease him
such energy and spirit
I miss him
the void is deep
not easily filled
For me a younger brother
a trusting friend
an adopted son
a fellow traveler
Many faces Bernard
but no masks
honest and kind
caring and curious
our daily toast
to a healthy life
to a healthy planet
to adventure
WATCH FOR SALE
Tired from the road
thirsty for a beer
I sit sip and stare
watch for sale watch for sale
Japanese designed flat
for rolling up
for sticking in your sock
for fighting times
sold
an anxious transaction
an anxious transaction
see my new watch
to the bar man
nostriles deep
in a boquet of straws
you can roll it up
stick it in your sock
DRIPPING HEAT
Dripping heat and soothing
to my bones she flows
energizing and revitalizing
forgotten pleasures
three months abstaining
wanting yet excepting
when there is none
you survive
you tense up
you scream
momentary diversions
cultural shockwaves
reverberating draining
a heartier spirit
perhaps
three months in waiting
daily gasps of hope
and then
today
today
nothing compares
to her sweet juices
torrid and steamy
a source of life
earth's blessing
waking in a hot shower
EVONE & PEDRO
Six years in Manaqua
teaching aristocrats
It's time for home
from embassy parties
English lessons
and mannered children
the car is packed
full of western views
full of western views
ancient books and Pedro
I'm sick of lazy people
taking gifts and land
living only for the moment
living only for the moment
that lack imagination
that won't fix their cars
intolerable character flaws
Then why did you stay afar
away from St. Louis
in the midst of revolution
from Nicaraguan people
so aloof and seperate
with your Mayan art
and a barking dog
out of control
pissing in restaurants
your hands and pockets overflow
yet what do you offer
and the next time
and the next time
SHOULD I
I follow her body
to buy ice cream
for the sunset
should I invite her
to share it
no
why risk a great sunset
SPIRITUAL EXPLORATIONS
Tarot cards read for the first time
my heart and mind receptive
they challenge me
for balance over chaos
for clarity live intuitively
for relationships
healthful and quiltless
full of integrity
To San Simeon my first visitation
can you assist
accept my gifts bless my candles
grant me my future
such a contrast in prayer
these paths with the same end
all life flows fed by such streams
rituals of participation
hopefulness
homage to certainty
an interpretative struggle
this staying open to the moment
It ain't easy is it
THE ROMANTIC
Is she someone I know
or are we to meet
I can hope for today
though I feel complete
what's missing is sharing
an intimate treat
a partner and caring
we'll know when we greet
GROTTO AT LAGO DE MONTEBELLO
My guide of eight
many paths I know
pay what you like
a pilgrimage to the grotto
smiling present
he chases a nut
down a steep a muddy trail
soccer practice for Miquel
and for me the spectator
following blindly
deeper into the woods
it's raining I'm alone
See the bees they sting
see the mushrooms good with soup
see this crab....ouch
local knowledge bound to please
he races on no time to linger
a special place the grotto
a river flowing through a mountain
I pay what I like
Miquel now monied content
a job well done
a job well done
still time for chasing fish
MONEY
Old money Guatemalan
spent in new ways
paper money historic designed
torn taped tatered
witness to a 1000 hands
well used abused
hidden squandered
money to be changed
for other money
money making a living
traveling
sightseeing
crossing borders
money of color
easy to look at
money with purpose
a home a personality
different from other money
money making money
making people happy
making people sad
making people sick
old money new money
it's the same
DO IT OFTEN
Once a month is fine
if you don't like it
but if you do
do it often
try a starlite night
naked covered with sand
it empties your head
it energizes
it rejuvenates your commitments
ECLIPSE
a single star bright
birds a flock flying frightened
awake escape midday
the sunset the confusion
the dawning of the night
the jaquar too blinks surprise
it stretches
a nocturnal clock amoke
click click click
pinhole cameras blazing
jungle leaves partially decayed
photograph and sequence
the unseen the unfiltered
this birthing an early moon
full and black
a portrait in negative space
highly contrasted edgelite
designed processed four minutes
an eiry light fire flies
enveloping the exhileration
the applause illuminated
a momentary visitation
shadow time defined
a streak accross the earth
one-sixty miles wide
total complete
encircled by clouds
thick stacked
thick stacked
a revolving window
a door beckoning
witness history
a door beckoning
witness history
predicted by Mayan gods
here in Mexico
eclipse
eclipse
WATER AND FIRE
water and fire
each opposed
fire's rage water's flood
so distinct seperate
wanting closeness
wanting acceptance
wanting we are
fire and water
polarized threatening
the rain's collect
the embers ignite
preparation
for our special time together
WORDS
Words who knows the most
discussed argued agree please
words angry over facts unknown
indians need Spanish learn it
and we'll put down our guns
ignorance arrogance
words that disagree
responding words
communist anti-words
harsh words distortions
a sharp mind twisting words
heated exchanges
coldly overwhelmed with words
diminishing persuasion
personal power
right or wrong words
evil needing good words
competiting words
choices of perception
are there any truths
words
words
our existence
checks against the other's words
serious words
provoking serious questions
and for some
endless suffering
over words
NEEDS
Needs we have
to own our pain
direct our anger
at the source
forgiving
them
ourselves
ourselves
letting go goodbye
moving forward
healing healthier happier
WHY IS IT
Why is it
so strongly attracted to blond women
thin and powerful this woman near
crossing her boundaries
cultural presumptions
I want
to know her
in jeans jewelry laughing
candle light dances on her face
she's a giving person
coins to the young boy
love to the caribe man
and to me a nervous glance
at her watch her drink
our eyes greet
so brief our evening
yet he's jealous of our time together
I should leave
the heat of my smile
will warm her deeply
and
Oh God she smokes
Oh God she smokes
MY BOOK
Early morning light
strike
books shelved high
directing my grasp
to one in waiting
my book
laid open
thoughtfully pondered
revealing pages
I discover today
yes more ink
more adventure
FATHER FIGURES
Seven months of new friends
young as Aerin
together tasting each moment
a full menu drives us
brings us to this road
some older than my years
all craving validation
experience some a father
that's me surrogate dad
sharing myself yesterdays
an easy role the older friend
confidante and playmate
SEE A MOVIE
When language overwhelms
my reality I see a movie
check out lights off
adventure escape
solidify dreams values
feel deeply action sex
experience beauty violence
my drug of choice
a momentary reprieve
from cultural coping
cheap travel
popcorn and true love
popcorn and true love
check in lights on
to a filled room
Spanish spoken
no subtitles here
my reality my movie
no charge
HOT & SWEATY
Seeing a movie Mexico made
people talking Spanish chatter
quiet please yet more distractions
fracturing my translation
the temperature rises
anger begins to boil
anger begins to boil
like for the boy
opening the window
on a speeding bus
blowing cold air
Please close it
Please close it
Please close it
power to the mother
no compromising her son
I move
wishing for decapitation
his head to a passing truck
me covered with blood
laughing puking
yet today here
yet today here
watching a movie
Mexico made
Mexico made
relax enjoy the script
the jabber
LUCIANA
Small room blue
cooled by the heat
why did we meet
greeting on the water
like fish gasping at the sunset
and where do we go
a bus waits another missed
a blossoming of friendship
PONDERING MY FUTURE
A school of young boys
swim the shallows
warm blue transparent waves
well-up crash frothy white
hammocked for the sunset
I voyeur guzzling a coke
a wheel chair a wet ride
beached deep in surf
beached deep in surf
he speculates his odds
low tide or high tide
future sunsets
I ponder my future too
Portland seven days away
old friends work other sunsets
questions hungry for answers
escort me to my room
an adobe box
an oven of mud
an adobe box
an oven of mud
I shower dripping heat
two scorpions observe
my nakedness
my stage fright
my stage fright
while a fan
cools and dries me
cools and dries me
I dress for the street
I join the night
still pondering my future
still pondering my future
TOURIST TOWNS
Tourist towns
flying in flying out
great clothes sunsets
all you can buy
new friends kickback
time on the beach
no problem speak English
go on try the ice
sip a margarita
sip a margarita
your once in a lifetime
live rich credits good
enjoy the comfort
a package deal
three days
you deserve it
you'll talk about it
for months
for years
all depends on the ice
THE DAY I LEFT
The day I left
it was raining
a pickup truck to the border
music blaring forests green
I was in love
with her volcanoes towering and powerful
with her people courageous and friendly
with her corn her coffee fields
green terraced to the sky
with her buses packed
moving slowly through her hills
with her jungles hot and humid
past her cows not budging
feeding in her roads
with her colors richly patterned
with her workers and machetes
to leave a place
that touches you changes you
that touches you changes you
you must return
Guatemala
BUS STOP
Bus stop
waiting anticipating
the next adventure
I board grab a sit
breathe deep the miles
time with new friends locals
for eating buying bikes
we stop often
we piss away the miles
we stop often
we piss away the miles
we change drivers
stored like luggage
who slaps the tires
hits them good
one bus stop after another
to my destination
hits them good
one bus stop after another
to my destination
new beginnings end of journey
FACTORY FARMS
Busing Los Mochis to Mexicali
you see them you smell them
factory farms crowds of cows
hundreds thousands
gathered in a barren landscape
sickly food soaking the earth
saturating the air
suffocating passersbye
with urine and pending death
COFFEE AT THE GRAND HOTEL
Nervously I watch the light
dim my vision obscure reality
such heartfelt tension in the presence of women
the possibility that she is near
my passion never diminishes
a woman soulful
close at hand yet out of reach
curious like me
yet fearing that response
the one causing us to reel
block our vision the future
it's a special risk we take
an invasion of our senses
dripping writhing wet
the image burns deep
I'm on fire it's the heat
she could cool me
or her
this very moment
this very moment
enduring yearning
secretions of the mind
its mist shrouding
my every thought
in muscles tensed and ready
The flute player knows
the waiter knows
her friend knows too
now they laugh and plan
our meeting our fantasy
shared in soft light a warm night
we smile at each other
she's nervous she's not alone
I breathe deep
my hands are damp
unable to contain my hopefullness
she's turning red awakened
to the possibility
I invite myself we stir the drinks
music is played
circumventing what we think
we talk Spanish
I my journey she listens
nervously the end draws near
her daughter beckons
she must go she is right
why allow these early words
to spoil our fantasy
CHEEKIES NIGHTMARE
In the night a moan of fear
I will not be accepted
by Japanese people
changed view the path uncertain
our way is not being different
answers come when least expected
try to sleep rest here
I don't like sex
tonight I only offer acceptance
and for you an abundance
perhaps tommorrow
yourself you will accept
RE-ENTRY
Seven months the journey
to here the invisible line
realities sharply contrasted
abundant wealth fancy cars
beautiful women over thirty
music that moves the blues
re-entry a border crossing
click your heels together once
languages meld
heels together twice
cultures blend
heels click three
a euphoric transition
and I'm home
5/21/91 Costa Rica—These are my typical journal notes.
Rained all day, visited Santa Rosa Natural Park.
Took off shoes to wade through high water flooding the path.
Scorpions, huge frogs, and turtles amused and distracted
as we slogged through the mud.
soaking took a bus to San Jose
clothes started to dry, then kid pisses on bus seat
that drips onto my leg and boot.
I was meant to be wet today
got a rash from his urine.
And the poem might develop into something like this:
MEANT TO BE WET TODAY
Some days are wetter than others
it comes at you from above
torrential
It comes at you from below
it floods your path
now deep with mud
and rich with scorpions
and mighty frogs
and happy turtles
that distract your wit
and your bare feet
from their journey
to a bus stop
on the way to San Jose
clothes begin to dry
but the weather
relentless invades our bus
a young boy floods the seat
urine trickles
offered no resistance
downward bound my leg
to puddle in my boot
a rash develops
reminding me
not to be pissed
reminding me
not to be pissed
I was meant to be wet today