I stayed at the exquisite Hotelito, which is ten-minute walk down a sandy road to the workshop’s HQ at Casa Dracula. Zipping my sweater against the cool morning air prepares me for the walk that allows me to gather my thoughts on current work. It’s also the final procrastination for my ADD-addled brain - look! Flora! Fauna! - before I get down to the business at hand. The sloppy trek over the uneven terrain mirrors my inner landscape, wild and rolling, until, suddenly, both are smooth and solid, ready.
Inviting thoughts lurking beneath the din, freed now, competing to be acknowledged, maybe captured, we’ll see:
Learn Spanish like a native
Sombrero, casita, amigo
And next time, don’t wear black shoes
Jacinto, playa, pescadero
Because the white dust from the road
Blanco, calle, Tortuga
Coats them like sugar on buñuelos.
Jabon, derecho, mañana
Decoding an inner exquisite puzzle
Fabuloso, arropas, muertos
Confounding and familiar
huevos, curioso, puerta
When a truck whose passengers, a baby and a dog,
bambino, Huichol, pero
Regard me, and would wave if they could.
baja, baile, Pueblo Magico
The sand then settles
Tranquilo, la picero, libreta
Giving way to asphalt
Orange flowers trumpeting my poised readiness.
Hola, Casa Grande, llegué
Sue Scarlett Montgomery has lived in NYC for 36 years and works as a writer, filmmaker or musician, depending on the day.