Climbing the Ruins

By Fruits   

They looked huge in the pictures!
Now that I'm standing beneath pyramid of the sun, it feels
so small, half the size of Baldy. The Reebok commercial made it look high,
like it had many stairs, only superstars could race up it in their Nike Airs.
Mayans built it over twelve hundred years ago. Stone by stone to honor the sun god.
Will I gain a remarkable power when I reach the top?
Here it goes. Three and a half minutes later I reach the peak-heart pounding, skin sticky,
the sun shining through polluted thick murky sky seemed to have no ending.
A Mayan civilization ended, but the ruins remain.

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My parents and I visited Mexico when I was in high school and one of the areas was the Yucatan and Chichen Itza, a Mayan ruin. The pyramid of the sun was the inspiration of this poem.