August burns the sea to galvanize.
Breakers
clamour at Las Cuevas Bay beneath
the sheer green cliffs of El Tucuche,
rising like that pyramid at Palenque
under an indigo sky.
See the sweep of the beach,
still hear the surf’s murmured litany?
“Everything that happens in the universe has an impact on who I am, how I live, and what I write: thought, word, deed. Everything I think, I write, I speak has an impact on the world; like the...