Mexico

I woke up at dawn,
Not even the tide was up.
Getting ready to run,
But the last tune was fighting back.
I opened my eyes, eventually,
Not quite sure of where I was;
Still in Mexico of course.
I got out of bed,
Like an eavesdropper
Lodging in this place,
An unfamiliar face,
A new day glimmering.
I stepped out into the sand.
I’m a stranger in this land
And I’m far from Mexico;
I’m far from Mexico.
I once saw a book
Carelessly left on display.
You were not supposed to look,
As if I wasn’t crazy enough;
I saw pages filled with aphorisms
And the things you didn’t tell.
You knew Mexico quite well;
You knew Mexico quite well.