Resurrectio

"Hola! My name...Miguelito.
You want something to eat?
Second umbrella. 

See my sign! Come.
"

"Gracias. Maybe, later. We must walk first.
"

"Okay. Remember...second umbrella...
"

Crossing bridge over Mismalloya stream,

we wend our way through avaricious venders,

stroll the neglected concrete path,

watch the ocean grind boulders to sand. 

Frigate birds glide like angels overhead.

A solitary cat escorts us up cobbled steps.

The hotel awaits in the humid jungle,

little changed since Huston's film.
Gated doors bar our Eden's entry.

Below, the false iguana clings forever to a pole
awaiting any fallen.

Disillusioned, we descend to the second umbrella,
respite from the purgatory sun.
Waves bathe the shore,
as we scan life's ensuing sea.
We must wait our time. 

Under paradise shade, we share pescado and pan
while the healing pelicano warms wings 

and watches while we nourish ourselves
awaiting resurrection.