March 2010/ June 2008

Maybe it was the lack
of my green binder
that has slowed me down

until now. But inspiration
was not otherwise lacking.
Maybe there's a feeling of

significance that caused me
to hesitate. Maybe there's
more than one way to hold

my breath. When rain fell
on the Usumacinta river as
I bathed in it, the feeling was

remarkable. Go to Guatemala,
go to Mexico, swim in the river,
and if you're lucky it will

rain, and if I'm lucky
I'll learn how to live
while drowning.