Late Afternoon, Cozumel


The heat and what the air

holds you with, moisture

on the skin. I cannot

complain. The smell of lime


in everything, the market,

the taxi, the small cocinas.

And, yes, sun. That’s what

we’ve come for. The breeze


which moves the flowers

on their slender stems.

A thousand years the waves

have broken on this shore.


Ten thousand years. We’ve got

all we can do to sit here

waiting for the moon to rise,

waiting for the first faint stars.

Photo By: laveta’s fragments


About Author

Tom Montag is most recently the author of In This Place: Selected Poems 1982-2013, as well as Middle Ground, Curlew: Home, Kissing Poetry’s Sister, The Idea of the Local, and The Big Book of Ben Zen. Recent poems will be found at Architrave Press.The Broken City, The Chaffin Journal, Digital Papercut, Foliate Oak, Hamilton Stone Review, Hummingbird, The Magnolia Review, Mud Season Review, On the Rusk, Plainsong, Riding Light Review, Split Rock, and Stoneboat. He blogs as The Middlewesterner and serves as Managing Editor of the Lorine Niedecker Monograph Series, What Region?

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