Lake Titicaca was known to the Incas as a sacred lake. Over the last few days, I have been able to visit islands on both the Bolivian and Peruvian sides, and walking the stoney paths, looking out to the ruins,Â marveling over the breathtaking views,Â it is easy to find the sanctity of the place. This lake inspires a holiness with the land, and even now at a computerÂ in Puno,Â I continue to feel the affects of the ancient waters.
Isla del Sol
Sun warms my skin
thawing winter away
from snow capped Andes
misting over blue waters
that sparkle in yellow and pinks
playing tricks on my eyes.
A native woman nurses her child
behind a blanket, multicolored fluorescents,
and coos her to the rocking of the boat.
On land, sunlight bleaches my eyes along
white salted paths.
My hands have turned rosy and cracked
like the round cheeks of Bolivian children.
Short of breath I find stone ruins,
Incan work at the edge of a hillside
andÂ a million doorways and windows
jump out to the sunlit lake.