"Huge birds float
above the sea-
Sea lions are black specks
on these rocks."

But what was that Poem about "Crossing Cortez"?

"Crossing the Sea of Cortez
Again."

And that nightmare I had?

"Dracula's eye sockets
are bloody meat pockets,
his hair black but
mostly grey-
Like his face,
the grey face of rotting flesh."

It's a few days to 5 months since I've left home and I just thought that I should update a few things about The Trip.

I haven't been able to recount things so well as they are happening on this blog, but instead have been sending pieces now and then to friends in e-mails or locking them in my brain or occasionally pouring over my various notebooks and journals.

My trip has:

Over the plastered bricks
Vines droop
Hiding sharp wires.

Sitting behind blinded windows-
My two cats
Listen in the dark.

Carnaval is taking place this week in La Paz. The queen of the festival was crowned last night, I didn't witness it but I bet it was magical.

There are a series of Parades happening this week, the first being today at 5 pm. Everyone is quite excited.

My street has been blocked off as it happens to be that I live about 100 yards from the Malecon (where most of the events are taking place), and if I walk just down the street I can choose to either ride the bumper cars or eat a corn dog.

At the very end of the street, next to the Jesus of the Shell statue, they have set up a band stand. It is so loud that I can literally hear everyword in my apartment and they rotate the bands in and out until early in the morning.

I cannot wait until they observe Ash Wednesday in the Baja.

Hopping on the enormous flower pot,
rim of the bowl,
little chicken birds
brown with white stripes and black spots-
More on the floor,
standing on the mortar,
This one hopping too,
hops heap feet together over the cracks of the tiles.
Leaping far,
then dropping head to peck away at bits of dirt and twigs and infathomably small twigs.
No bugs.
The little bird didn't notice.

Once upon a time, there was a boy who came to live with a family of bears. The boy came from the North with golden hair and lost his way in the golden South where the bears lived. The boy was far from home, far from his family, and alone and sad.

Foamy bubbles and steam,
hen eggs boil
water in my pot.

The Puffer Fish
can´t help but
feel Embarrassed.
It´s a little scared and
can´t help but
get all puffed up,
bent out of shape,
BLOWN UP.
Wiggling it´s little
Wispy fins,
The Wings of Hummingbird,
Goofy eyes, sad,
s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d mouth
Spiny Spikes,
That aren´t so sharp
or Tough.

You´d be Embarrassed,
Too - if you had
Fish like pride.

Neptuno (Poseidón)
Hermano de Júpiter y Plutón,
es el soberano de los mares y de todas las aguas.

Old King Neptune,
Beard and locks of white
robes of gold
fishing pole,
Calling at my door

Buzz my Buzzer,
bring me wind and thunder.
But don't forget-
please, don't forget
my water.