Lago Atitlán

Lago Atitlán

evening 100807 at the lakeside

Clouds are painting in the sky

and down on earth

little waves wash swash slash onto shores

a slight little breeze comes to greet

with the beat of the lake

„Hello stranger

I am Atitlán

and my real name will not be

told. Sunken am I

from heights unseen

by human eye

Yes, I touched the deepest sky

once, when I was high

but sunken have I

and instead of dry desolation

I took water's life and consolation

Now all the peaks around me

are humble

as they saw and know that

they can fall and stumble

just like me

and be

a lake

.