Mexico Remembered. (Revised).

Hyper beautiful were my Mexican friends -
Living life to the limits -
Loving death - a pale dreamland -
Drinking new wine from shimmering clouds at sunset -
Tequila from the mists of dawn -
Water from the cool stone fountains -

We danced beneath blossom as large as sombreros -
We danced through the gardens - the dusty white courtyard -
Sieved sand through quivering interlocked fingers
As we danced and sang beneath the yellowing moon -
The goddess of rebirth - of unhinged loving.

We danced to remember the revolution -
Blood on the frets of a thousand guitars.
We danced to honour the ghosts of midsummer -
To summon the harvest -
To empower desire -
We danced to honour the souls of forefathers
Present in masks -
In the painted faces
Of the crowds processing through holiday streets.
Fierce death understood as the true beginning -
Ripe seeds that must fall to make the new life
That glows in the fetus -
The burgeoning sunflower -
The snake in the shadows dodging our footsteps -
The urchins grasping at thorns in the dirt.

At ease I was with my Mexican friends -
Honest in all things - the kiss and the curse -
The brevity of life perceived as a blessing -
The raw edge that scars the pulse of the dance -
When the car took me back to the streets of LA
I wept deep in the shadows of vanquished angels.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
 July 8th. - 9th. - 13th. 2018.
I love LA, the City of the Angels, but I love Mexico so much more.