Atitlán*

sitting on the dock
waiting for the boat
across to san pedro
two women crocheted
tzotchkes for the tourist trade

they chatted, gold teeth
glinting in the sunshine
reflected off the lake they called
the navel of the universe

while they crocheted
hooks and thread flying
through their fingers
they talked to each other
and wove webs
with their hands

* meaning “place of great water”