Puebla Waltz Poem by Nika McGuin

Sleep that waltzes into foreign lands
dreams dipped; In bright swirling colors enveloped
eyes laced with heavy dark lashes, flutter
opening to behold an unfamiliar, yet intimate passageway

Here, the buildings resemble an unorganized crayon box
after an over-zealous kindergartener has been rearranging it
a world beautifully chaotic, & I blissfully lost in it

I wander the streets for hours
lost in the haze of culture shock
me, from the tiny city of Houma
lost in this overwhelmingly gigantic angelópolis

Its splendorous chapels coated in gold astound me
just as much as its graffiti & poor inhabitants
mystified & confused, I wander onward
in semi-circles, in loops, in figure eights
doing, the rapturous Puebla Waltz
until I wake again