Morning in the Garden,
and still i am blessed.

A few firsts this trip to madre mar.
The Gulf of Mexico. Agua caliente. The warmest ocean I’ve ever let toss me about.
Join me. Cleanse me.
Letting my muscles loosen and my spine be formed by the undulating waves.
Each joint soaking in the nourishment of the salt and the gentle rocking rhythm.

In the town, my first interactions with comfortable poverty and third world mentality. Roofs patched with palms, doorless tin sheds,
dogsdogsdogsdogs.
slow and soft in the unrelenting heat.
Shrimp and fish in plastic bags and guts strewn and forgotten on the piers.