Well, today we begin the long journey back to the States. I miss my wife and little Jack SO much that it's all I can think about. I won't actually get to the States until tomorrow, but it feels good to be moving in their direction.

In order to celebrate my first blog post from Peru, I thought I would share some poems I wrote on the trip.

Airplane

riding rough
in a flying tin bullet
wounding clouds
who seep milky blood
at thousands of feet
and directly below
some child
groundstuck
looks skyward
sends some thought spiralling
and it slaps the plane
like a silent missile
and his thought and my poem
catch and tangle
jet engines heave
and his brain is hauled
tendrils wrigling
leaving behind
another hollowed child
to stumble back inside
and be eaten by TV.

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Desert

scar pocked
sun riven
desert dunes
striating canyons
like capilary
cross-sections
where death dies
of dehydration

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Andean Queen

screaming rainment drenched
in rainbow blood
bones draped with leather
weathered skin
or not skin any longer
harder than skin and with sinews
face of crushed can wrinkles
permanently expressive
of life in such separate dimensions
where gravity doubles
and the cold doubles
more troubles than
two hard men could bare
yet she sits
hands folded neatly
even breathing
and eyes like meteors
resplendant as two kings.

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I'll post pics when I get home.