We talk about the creation story of the Maya.
My teacher, his voice falling with the rhythm of his Spanish,
recounts the story.
“The gods made animals first,
But the animals did not have souls.
They tried creating humans of mud,
But they dried, and cracked.
They tried creating humans of wood,
But they could not move.
They tried creating humans of corn flour,
And then it was just right.”
I swear to you, just then, we were on the holy
ground of la Sierra Madre, our souls of maíz,
our muddied skin, precioso.