Polvo de Oro

And now tell me, is it over now? 
Do you know how
To pick up the pieces and go home?
-Stevie Nicks

In Cancun the beach glowed
at night, resort lights and excess,
and it may have struck you
at the time that the Spaniards
looked too far south, too inland
for their city of gold.

You miss the resort but don’t know
how to go back now, with everything
the way it is. Your little feelings,
the broad craggy rock of the world
 — what lives between? It feels
like you’re already underwater.

Do you know how to write
a poem without a question in it?
Do you know how to sink, content,
beneath the warm gulf waves
covered in gold, become anew
a legend of love and loss?