Campo Sestina - in progress

Far up near the clouds, lives a girl in the mountains.
She works in a place they call El Campo.
When she arrives, the people say bueno.
Life moves slow
here. In the mist
little changes.

The whisper of change
tiptoes through El Campo
high up in the mountains
where the people say bueno
as the donkeys pass slowly
by, carrying wood that will draw the cold from the mist.

In los estados unidos what she had missed
was her drive to make change
being a super hero - bueno.
She had the need to climb mountains.
She faces her fears the opposite of slowly.

To Where...

To where the mountains dress in green
and play hide and seek with the mist.

To where the people are complex
in a way that is simple.

To where practices make more sense
and less sense at the same time.

Like having a cow
instead of having medical insurance.

To where ingenuity turns shoe polish into white out
and the strength and diligence holds fast
as the tin roofs that shoe polish lives under.

To where the rain falls on that tin roof
and the clothes will not dry....

For a whole season.

To "mucho gustos"
y "si, pues(es)."

To los cuyes
y despedidas.

To feeling like the car you're riding in will fall off the cliff
just inches from the window
your side is pressed against
and somehow finding a way
to trust anyways.

To those moments of laughter
that you just almost understood.

Not quite.

But you laughed anyways.