On the way up the mountain
we look at Lake Titicaca, blue
and sprawling. We sidetrack
to give bread to donkeys and
black pigs, hidden in a cliffside
alcove - one pig stretches out
under the donkey?s mouth,
to catch the falling bread. A
small tapestry of a woman in
brown hat & crimson skirt
emerges behind us on the stone
trail, clicking ahead. Her tribe
of imperious alpacas ? curious
and long-necked ? weave around us.