A TRIP

Eight people in two small planes fly down the coast of Mexico into Central Mexico.

THE TRIP

One trip,

Two planes,

Eight people,

Down the coast of Mexico

Into Guatemala

Along the sparkling

Green

Coast Line.

The blues of the ocean

Sweep in,

Turquoise, cerulean

Moving, changing.

 

Flying close to the ground.

Creamy beaches,

Ruins among the jungle

Palm trees.

Long legged birds

Spread wings and

Soar into slow motion.

Exploring, climbing

Cities, pyramids, temples

In the shimmering heat.

 

Steep cliffs

Crashing waves below

Wind and spray

Roaring power

Wet and breathless

Rocky shores

Motor scooters

Startling sunning iguanas.

Swimming

Crystal clear waters.

 

Above

Solid white clouds

Two coal black cones

Smoking Volcanoes!

We circle

Close

Central America below

An opening in the clouds

Spiral down

And land.

Author's Note

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