Pacific Drift

Eroding brick wall

all that remains

refracted, fading

fishermen shadow

red dawn’s early light

brackish still water

shocked violent green

seeps from the desert

to be subsumed

by an unrelenting sea

restless dreamers rise

muscle sturdy pangas

into the churning tide

seeking quicksilver

at the continental edges

returning boats ride low

the shrinking horizon

race to safe harbor

cold beer on ice

under palm palapas

in the restaurant

a young man

shows off tuna

half as tall as he is

to admiring tourists

like me, seeking

the deep, slow burn

salt, jalapeno, lime

a fitting end to this

unraveling dream

Pueblo Mágico

of “no bad days”

walls of contention

in a fractured land

will never separate us

one margarita, two

another raised in defiance

of those who would try

to confine and define

free-range spirits

the Pacific touches

this contiguous shore

from equator to pole

we could catch

a clockwise current

follow Polaris up North

arrive transformed

magnetically charged

disparate souls fused

together bound

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