The air is thinner now
and sounds
of dogs and the odd horse
arrive unabsorbed
from across the pampa.
I’m closer to the sky now,
on a pedestal wide
and thick as the ocean floor
before the flood.
A star highway
running south north
begins at the black mountain
outline that blocks
the horizon
and ends
at my unzipped tent flap
where soup steam
rises to mix with light
as it enters
this beautiful accident.
LOCATION: Juli, Peru
