At Coba, a day of dirt filled nails and sauna breathing...
well, seems like we spent a day there, not two hours
it feels that way, in travel time, a week is a month, wild turkeys walking
across the streets of our hotel,
and the little white bug in the jungle
and all that sand...could be a year of sand

When we reached the top of a pyramid, climbing unprotected stones
revealed so recently, not like the
perfection of Tulum, the ordered gardens of Chichen Itza, more like you
from the shower, brushing teeth with bottled water
a lizard on the mirror above you, and
the day waiting.

From high, we saw fingerlakes and hills
and then we realized the hills were pyramids
and it was a city beneath us, like our city, like San Francisco, but swallowed
by the jungle, and the night's mist was coming for the jungle
and the mist would come for us
and it couldn't be otherwise.