EARLY MORNING, SAN MIGUEL
 | We left town early, |
| just before la madrugada. | |
| Up and down the deserted streets | |
| the soft glow of lamplight turned | |
| cobblestones into golden ingots | |
| in the dark. This radiance bathed | |
| everything in a spectral beauty | |
| and I could see ghosts hurrying | |
| along in the shadows of the | |
| Inquisition: women wrapped in | |
| rebozos, priests in their cassocks, | |
| campesinos and street vendors | |
| ready for the day. The velvety light, | |
| the narrow streets and the silence | |
| all cast a spell of magic and wonder. | |
| And at this hour, just before daybreak, | |
| there wasn’t a tourist in sight. | |
| Thea Evensen |
Early morning in San Miguel de Allende. © Thea Evensen 2024.
Published or Updated on: October 18, 2024