Tulum is a Cave

Celeste Crandal
Nov 23, 2024
1 min read

Asteroids struck.

Craters filled.

Rivers carved beneath fire.

The Maya knew:

Light blinds.

Darkness reveals.

Cenotes—

still, sacred—

cool the jungle’s

burning breath.

Tulum transforms.

Heat. Cold.

Shadow. Sun.

Temazcal:

a fire-lit womb.

Sweat. Silence.

Stucco walls

closing in.

We emerge—

reborn.

Light cuts sharp.

Cold water cleanses.

To lose the way

is to find it.

~ CC November 2024

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