The Andes put on view a lost empire —
I contemplate the ruins of Machu Picchu.
They are magnificent. I am inspired
By the prophetic essence of the picture.
The ancient spirit is alive these days.
I feel its presence atop the Military Tower.
It keeps an eye on the ascending stairways
Up to the throne of the abandoned power.
The city on the ridge is like a condor nest.
Perhaps, the dwellers soared through the air.
The modern spirit is a welcomed guest.
Step on the Inca path and get lost there.
March 11,2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem