TEACHERS

dusk in an empty room

shadows the past, present and future

in Isla

who once watched the sea I see through these very windows?

mysterious strangers visiting our Lotus refuge

feeling the Maya drum beat

in the cool air

seekers savoring comfort

relishing the scene

without fear

who are these laughing spirits now sitting across a wooden table

on a rice mat

on a polished marble floor

on cushioned wooden chairs

two women sharing a bottle of Blood Red Syrah wine

Ixchel

La Santa Muerte

our teachers regaling Stephanie and me with ancient legends

cast on the coming moonlight

floating on silver water

so we better understand, see and feel

mind-bending magic on this island of women