On the edge of Lago Atitlan. A poem by Maryangel Chapman

On the edge of Lago Atitlan What I wanted, more than anything, was to fly. to kick off, strong and sure and shoot up into the azure sky, arms outstretched. I wanted the wind, rippling across my skin — through me. It wasn’t enough to stand there, at the edge of the lake, and lookContinue reading “On the edge of Lago Atitlan. A poem by Maryangel Chapman”