In this shock of liquid green, I can take you
as this journey made me see
through a world of rock
faces and walls sunk in blue mist.
There is coconut milk in the air
and lemonskin water laps
the pointed chin of the old guardian
whose rocky wrinkles wear storms
and time's patience.
Let's go into these caves -- it's before
the birth of museums, of supermarkets
and alleys paved with noisy soles.
Let's go in -- With each breath
you' ll inhale a world where limestone
mouths gurgle pink-turquoise quietude
and fingers unbutton and toss your past
like a worn-our suit.