Written one morning in the clouds enveloping the
“Lost City of the Incas” by Robert Burke, 2004
It lies there, as it lie covered for many a year,
Open now for all to see, uncovered as long ago
A monument, a fortress, a temple, unfinished
Blessed by sun, caressed by cloud, unmoving
Stone upon stone, terrace above terrace
Solid, clasping its horizontal perch
Secrecy its milieu, revealing reluctantly
Only that obvious to the scholar
On guard, mute, passive, a mystery
Cloaked in honor, entrusted with the story
The story aging over five centuries
A story with no record, only that seen
Waiting… …the return of the Inca.
Re-printed from Poetry for Pleasure, an anthology by CSUF-OLLI. Click HERE for book.