Mayakoba

Buenas noches, Mayakoba!

Buenas noches, hopeless lovers,

Sun-burnt legs slip under covers.

Like the mangroves interlocking,

bodies slip into a coma,

to the palm trees gentle rocking.

Buenas noches, great blue herons,

buenas noches, crocodiles,

The lagoon is quiet while

night takes hold of its possessions.

The dark sofa on the terrace

is still moist from our impressions.

Buenas noches, bicicletas,

buenas noches, deep cenotes,

Evening came uncalled, unnoticed.

Clustered stars lit up in wonder,

as if God had much to tell us,

but retreated into slumber.

Buenas noches, crashing rollers,

buenas noches, spreading playa.

There is much here to admire,

to probe deeper for its meaning,

but tonight, no need to call us, -

we won't answer, we'll be dreaming.