Maya Poems From Isla Mujeres


alone in a leafy Lotus Beach Hotel refuge

vanilla buddha just sits

chock-full of paradise

slick black morning catbirds whistle

at cooey coy lovey dovies  

preening as ancient drums keep time

etching new psychic tattoos   

spreading nature’s portrait

an original face

looking back from the mirror at

drunken saints and sober sinners

ordering cold fresh fruit for breakfast by the beach

blackberry bliss

kiwi joy

strawberry paradise

banana split nirvana

sweet serenity in

a morning meal served in awakening heat

and humidity

on this hot and wondrous sweaty

moment to be alive