JD_Cunningham , 3 days ago

One day
the Creator saw me alone,
so alone.

He made me sleep,
he made me dream
out in the fields of maize,

and he wrenched a rib out of me...

Upon waking,
in front of me
---gorgeous, naked, made of clay and corn,
scented like a mountain---

my poetry.

-- 'Awakening' by Humberto Ak'abal, trans. by Michael Bazzett
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(Art credit: C.R. Leyland)