• Grant Handgis

Grant Handgis ~ Author/Poet

The Sea Wall #1

The sea wall had been there

for longer than the establishment,

inadvertently attached in afterthought,

connecting the long row of hotels, reaching

into a sky line heaven

of vested travelers, for it was

from an earlier era, before

touristas wallpapered the

beach, when the gente

pushed carts

or stubborn burros

carrying their loads for pay

It was a simpler time

when most everyone was yearning

not unlike now, where every

cart has a vender of one sort or other

selling a piece of Mazatlan, to

those who slip away from

other worlds of a different life,

all hoping to grab the ring

in the scant window of time

allotted, and everyone seeking the

momentary flavor, that golden

moment, when the real world

and our dreams


The poetry continued to flow during the heady days of being in Mazatlan, without any demands nor interruptions to my day, or night. I was floating between the marvelous experience of this new environment and the people and customs that tantalized my senses, and a woman back home who kept creeping into my thoughts. For the first time in my life everything around me was new and unpredictable, fresh and still foreign. It was delicious to the senses. There would be many more poems filling up my blank book of poetry, day and night. I was in love, both with my new surrounding, and a seemingly this woman, who just wouldn’t leave my thoughts.


g. Michael Handgis Photography


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