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.