Travel Story


Mexican Magic


Anniroc Nenednelc

Golden haired and strapping tall
Your muscled figure stands for all
I'm missing.

Your sunlit smile across a lawn
Is clear and bright, Ixtapa warm
Like wavelets sparkling on the sea
Your cheerful greeting dazzles me—
disarming.

I've come from far off winter snow
From cold and ice and winds that blow
My senses dulled from lack of light
From chilly rooms and sleepless nights—
I'm thawing.

Like macaws squawking from the trees
Your booming laugh is balm to me
Your supple movements, quick and strong,
Have tuned me in, a rhythmic song—
temptation.

A beach enclosed by sandy arms
And lined with graceful coco palms
Supports a structure made for flight
That calls for courage, nerve and might—
it beckons.

The high trapeze swings far and wide
A perfect place to leave my pride.
The ladder tall, the platform thin,
You stand so close and hook me in.
I'm not sure what this jump will take
But clearly now, it’s one I’ll make—
release me.

I grab the bar and hurtle down
To what seems straight into the ground
But arc instead into the air
My spirit soars above my cares—
I'm flying.

To trust in forces I ignore
Could that be what I’ve come here for?
I'll take a chance and make the leap
To see what pleasures risk can reap—
I’ll gamble.
.
Leave all the baggage down below
We need few props for this sweet show
Where earth-defying acts succeed
In triumph over gravity.
However briefly, we could try
To soar in sync now, you and I—
get weightless.

Waves rise and crest and crash in foam
Send nervous sand crabs scuttling home.
But tides and currents carry out
To deeper waters those that flout
The suits and ties and protocols
Of land-bound souls who live by laws
And strict restraints that make them soft
While endless surf keeps you aloft
in freedom.

My finger weighted down with gold
I'm neither free nor very bold
With sun-stroked head I pack to go,
Lost in dreams of Mexico.
The hour comes to turn back north
I brace myself against the frost
that waits me.