thru the Andes morning rain
I plead for her attention;
she teases with sweet glances
leaves me in a breathless haze

insisting I get to know her
we wander chambered memories;
a proud and painful, checkered past
I struggle to appreciate

at last, I’ve earned her trust!
as she unwraps her misty robe,
I marvel at magnificence
and praise her for the privilege

Machu Picchu, Peru ‘12