Plume Meditation on Machu Picchu

by Kevin T. McEneaney

You don’t have to be Euclid to wonder

at the proportions of rugged beauty

that assault the eyes of the beholder

at Machu Picchu in sunshine or rain.

People once prospered amid the huge stones

and took in the view of the world below,

knowing the harshness, awesome view of life.

Did they feel like eagles or myrmidons

as they ascended and descended steps

on their rounds of daily, communal chores?

Like everywhere else death stalked the landscape

of macaws, parrots, and poisonous snakes,

yet their lives touched the hem of the heavens

as they walked within clouds of fragrant bliss.

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