We journeyed to Chichen Itza
To see the fabled city
Alone, I walked to the cenote
I remember I heard him say
We would follow the path of sacrifices
As I heard a strong wind coming
But I never felt the air move:
As if it stopped just inches away
Then I felt this spirit 'sniff' me
To measure my strength of soul
Whirlwind poised over my body
A breeze that never arrived
But an energy, it was apparent
I took it as a challenge
I could not wait to leave then:
To inspect me, it contrived
There I'd felt myself in danger
Now, hearing that place mentioned
That's what I remember, though
Never happened since or before
Some powerful presence waits there
What it hunts I have no notion
I won't be going back there:
Never going through that door.
Patti Masterman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-journeyed-to-chichen-itza/
