Mexico - Peter von Poehl

I woke up at dawn

Not even the tide was up

Getting ready to run

But the last tune was fighting back

I opened my eyes, eventually

Not quite sure of where I was;

Still in Mexico of course

I got out of bed

Like an eavesdropper

Lodging in this place

An unfamiliar face

A new day glimmering

I stepped out into the sand

I’m a stranger in this land

And I’m far from Mexico;

I’m far from Mexico

I once saw a book

Carelessly left on display

You were not supposed to look

As if I wasn’t crazy enough;

I saw pages filled with aphorisms

And the things you didn’t tell

You knew Mexico quite well;

You knew Mexico quite well