where a woman in a long skirt and a thin gauze panuelo poses against a plaster column
where two sisters gracefully incline their heads in opposite directions though the white soldier has his arms around their waists
where a narrow outrigger floats down a river not yet choked with plastic bottles and filth
where groups of women walk down a mountain trail balancing baskets of produce on their dark heads
where the mountains circle their strong dark arms with ink and scars
where these arms that pound the grain could also lift the sky
where a man is holding a scrap of paper he has picked up from a table, and try as I might,
I cannot decipher the message that might have been written there
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.