The whole village lost power
and your stomach settled.
The old ladies who knew
nothing of cameras puzzled out
flash and zoom with me and David
while you recovered from food poisoning.
We lit candles, calling upon
magic and moonlight and papery
old woman fingers
to warm the blue kitchen. Tilcara
shines bright in my heart
as the place where darkness
felt most safe. The kindness
of others, strange yet familiar,
gave me hope. I am so glad
a picture exists of your wisdom
rising with the morning sun
to strum a guitar while we waited
for a bus and our next adventure.