Isla del Sol Painting by kenne
Isla del Sol
Sun warms my skin
thawing winter away
from snow capped Andes
misting over blue waters
that sparkle in yellow and pinks
playing tricks on my eyes.
A native woman nurses her child
behind a blanket, multicolored fluorescents,
and coos her to the rocking of the boat.
On land, sunlight bleaches my eyes along
white salted paths.
My hands have turned rosy and cracked
like the round cheeks of Bolivian children.
Short of breath I find stone ruins,
Incan work at the edge of a hillside
and a million doorways and windows
jump out to the sunlit lake
— Xochitl-Julisa Bermejo
