Sailing In My Mandelboat

The sails have been set from

the onset, winds took them

like nature, events swirled

and eddied, and the humans

tried to make sense of them.

That hasn’t happened. The

temporary parapets, the dams

and the fortifications, so imposing,

are crumbling before our eyes…

A great disorder emerges from

the order, just as the order 

emerged from it. This is, in fact,

the meaning of harmony…the

waves ebb and flow.

Nothing more to say right now

sailing as I do, on land, in a still

pool, Tepoztlan, protected a bit

from these elements….for how

long?