An Ode to Tulum

days and night doing both nothing and something. sunning. swimming. eating fruit. people watching and romantic swims. so many shapes and sizes. long shorts. short shorts. NO SHORTS! brown bare breasts floating with the sea breeze. neon children with buckets of sand. leather skin. pear skin. strawberry shoulders under braided hair. hairy beer bellies and playful skipping in the surf. thin shoulders. healthy hips.

white suits. orange suits. brown suits. stripes. dots. flowers. tye dye. sunglasses and grey curls. cigarettes, palm trees and thatched shade. sea fever. warm cool water wrapping around your flesh like silky air. enveloped by it soothingly--even lovingly. an aqua dream. fish. peaceful humming.

surf singing, children shouting, dogs barking, venders selling, cars honking, garbage piling, roosters cockadoodledoing, palms whispering, cats moaning, lovers cooing

sand resting, sun relentless, families laughing, flesh reciting poetry, mysterious sea, birds clickclacketing Yucatan operas

hammocks swaying, ranchero music, dust flying, clothes drying, food cooking, thatched roofs and cinderblock houses

fearless children, sad children, free children, curtain doors, fruit trees, aqua walls, melon walls, violet walls and creamy sunsets. pink paradise blooms and lazy-eyed drunks

Aussies, Israelis, Italians, Brits, French, Dutch, Germans, American Expatriots, and one Japanese guy!

wealthy people, poor people, tourists and story-tellers, gypsies, hippies, and lo mexicano, butterflies, pelicans, internet cafes, lizards, coral, conch shells, hurricane debris and martini bars

leaving my paradise womb i realize the whole thing feels like one very long and extraordinary day. magik mexico. colorful. carribean. coquettish. absorbing you into itself and rendering you free of sins and virtues, ideas and preoccupations.