Peru

Peru,

I look forward to meeting you,
to making myself at home,
when I am far from home.

To take off my shoes on your welcome mat
and walk barefoot through the rooms of your house,
to smell the sweet air and to shake hands with the history of the Incas.

I cant wait to lose myself in the hospitality of your shores,
in the clear water of the surf,
to mold with my bare hands the memories of your perfect sunsets.

My shoulders long to become olive under your yellow sun
and my eyes to swell with the sights of the world.