Landing at Cancún International Airport
The first thing I notice are the workers rushing by. They are the color brown of burnished copper, gleaming and precious. They have the elegant features of the first peoples to see this land when it was still wild, those who first walked the beaches of this jungled coastline. Wide, flat cheekbones, monolid eyes, profiles like the eagles that soared these skies before humans reduced everything by name; categorizing every faun, fern, and fowl. Categorized like people, by noses, cheekbones, and eyes. We cannot accept without naming - can we? - without reducing to our own limited spectrum of understanding. The second thing I notice is my limitation.