The Heights of Macchu Picchu by Pablo Neruda

I see you
Macchu Picchu
you are a match
for the greatest canyon
of the North
in splendor
in wonder-ment
how was it possible

human hands
rasping stones
climbing building top-walls

mountains in the heavens
so it seems
i’d fall but I don’t want
to break through
the light beams

Andean tears
so many
I’m sure
crushed and bruised
hearts finger-ling potatoes
consumed with cups
of coffee

sacrality overwhelms me
the llama or is it
an alpaca
my bags
i take them along for the ride

Am I welcomed?
Can I come inside?