Standing higher on the pyramid
than officially allowed, yet ignored;
look out to the desert waste
leaning back to the massive blocks;
sun-warmed strength soaks through
binding my bones to the upright wall.
It may be imagination that vibrations
barely perceptible emanate from
stone three millenniums in this place
to invigorate tired muscles;
enlightenment need not be explained
but appreciation is profoundly accepted.
That’s being one of my dream travel, to go to the pyramids whether Egyptians or Mexicans. Whenever I hear about architecture like those I think of history. Reading books about the history of a place doesn’t give me the same feeling. Anyhow, good write.