From the Mayan creation story in the Popol Vuh, the first people were made of earth and mud, but they dissolved in water. The second people were made of wood, but they lacked mind and spirit. Then the animals gathered up corn, and the gods made the corn into men and women.
“The Lord God formed the man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being” (Genesis 2.7).
Poets gather up life-dust
and pat-a-cake it into poetry
like making tortillas by hand
from masa harina – corn flour –
pressed from palm to palm.
To inspire means to breathe in,
and so we breathe in, breath out,
we share these molecules of truth,
and our stories live through us
like people of mind and spirit.
This is how we live, how we go on,
forming our lives from mere dust,
from the grains of the earth, sharing
pieces of warm tortillas fresh-baked
over wood fires, a holy sacrament.