El Castillo

Kukulan molting skin

slithering softly, urgently down

three hundred sixty five steps

of Kukulkán fervently fleeing

entrapment within.

Unleash me like hatching chicks,

cracking chips, fragmenting

shell falling away to decompose

and fertilize the earth below. Consume me in waves; baby sea turtles emerging

from sandy wombs,

rushing toward latte tides, plunging seaweed entangled waters teeming with ancestors:

sisters, and brothers. Days slither along ancient prophesy

between afternoon shadow,

weaving stone, predicting the echoes

of forgotten claps.

Soften igneous scars left by stress fractures

imploding from splintered webs

of cracked moments

ruptures where one broken realm

has merely welded itself to the jagged remains of another.