Bio Note: I am a wandering troubadour whose poetry appears in over 300 journals on six continents, and 20 collections of poetry – including On Galápagos Shores (dancing girl press, 2019) and Caribbean Interludes (Origami Poems Project, 2022). I also author travel narratives, articles and guidebooks. My writing has been honored by the Parliamentary Poet Laureate of Canada (2011) and nominated for the Best of the Net. I journey through Latin America with my faithful knapsack Rocinante, listening to the voices of the pueblos and Earth.
A Quito Canvas
After the usual three o’clock rain, the sky is painted with a pale watercolor wash. Eastern clouds capture the golden-rose sunset & a rainbow. ~ ~ ~ Come sunrise, bands of magenta clouds wrap around this valley’s mountains & deep into its creases … & alpenglow sheens on Antisana’s snowy north face.
The Wind Xocomil
The wind Xocomil roughens the deep blue-green water of Lago Atitlán. The waves rock back & forth, forming small white caps. They slap against the shore. On the slopes – Coffee trees heavy with the redness of ripening berries – The patchwork of milpas with the multi-green of maguey, onions, tomato, chilies. The wind Xocomil rustles the dry corn stalks. The spray rises from the bow of the boat, casting rainbows above the water. On the shores of the village of Tzunaná, the women & children wait. Their dark blue skirts, bright red huipil shirts lie still, heavy. The leaves of reeds, of banana trees bend to one side under the weight, the force of the wind Xocomil.
Originally published in The Rockhurst Review (Spring 1995)
©2022 Lorraine Caputo
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