Maya Poems of Isla Mujeres


an afternoon siesta in the sun

seems like a lousy idea

too hot to sleep beneath beach umbrellas anchored in the sand

who dares doze

on plush cushions stretched across seaweed free playa norte?

who orders orange neon drinks swimming in cracked ice delivered by young barefoot women wearing thin black ankle-length sundresses?  

never close your third eye

savor electric shivers up and down your pineal gland

intuition never sleeps

awareness is a dark frigate bird hanging in bright sky

almost motionless

a calling card to strangers

drifting in blue space

a ticking kite

an arcane kite