Tarahumara- a poem

Tarahumara Man- Copper Canyon, Mexico

 

Drum,

Beating slowly,

And filling the air

With distant

Thumps.

 

A sound that connects

One canyon

To another.

One village to

The next.

 

Like a heartbeat,

Faintly pounding,

Almost rumbling,

As the people

Move their feet.

 

Walking

Somewhere, always somewhere.

Down the arroyo,

Across the meadow

To the big rock,

Never talking.

 

Soft, but hardened,

Mostly happy,

Sometimes sad,

And often burdened.

 

By others,

Who want something more

Than….

 

Semana Santa,

Matachines,

Tesguinado,

Rara’muri.

 

Many

Places to go,

People to see,

Things to do,

And a world to ponder.

Semana Santa, Noragachic

Author: David Appleton

I was born and raised in Texas and currently live in the Texas Hill Country, spent some 30 years living in the smack dab middle of Colorado, and have spent a lifetime adventuring and leading others on adventures in many parts of the wild world.