Maya Poems From Isla Mujeres


the man in the moon


with woeful eyes, mouth and nose




poor lonely man in the moon

he knows not the true meaning of his glow

lunar luster shines from her

not him

ixchel sitting on a sharp moon sliver  

a swing in our heavenly garden

radiating moonbeams that bathe life on earth

controlling the tide

giving heart to our planet

ixchel feeling sorry for fools who credit any man

with saving the world

ixchel knows the future is female

ask your mother, she says

better yet, ask the night light of the cosmos

ask ixchel