At this time of the year, the Yucatan scrub forest turns brown, smoke plumes erupt and Yuum Kin turns up the volume, scorching the earth and challenging all life forms to figure out a way to deal with the battering ram of heat that threatens to crush everything in its path.
Here’s some tropical haiku on the subject.
Brush fires
The withering leaves
on crispy branches await
fire is coming
Forest animals
crunching underfoot
the deer approaches the well
a hunter awaits
Uxmal
Squinting in the heat
the tourists sweat profusely
guide is mumbling
Chichen Itza
Herds of pasty flesh
burning red under the sun
give me the beach please
El Centro
The heat from above
absorbed by cement and brick
baking us humans