~ young man, old man - thee | look, look, what do you see? | people, people living ~
the sacred mothers | fly overhead taking in | everything in sight
some still dreaming it | a bad dream unfurled | a dream that is just a dream
~ from this prayer room | we came out of the ground | singing ancestor songs ~
~ blue stairs to midnight | lead to stars and new moons | doors to other worlds ~
~ we are wild flowers | spring up anywhere we like | leave in our season ~
~tlaloc brings the rain | that the green tree frogs prayed for | it floods the house blue~
we write | our obsessions | ever present, and stuck | to the farthest edges within | our reach
shattered eggshells | so stark these beginnings | an end to a story
~ southwest of Shiprock | an ancient dried-up sea longs | to open water ~
it’s so difficult | to be the middle | Wednesday’s so green | a child of mercury | something to get over
~ la sirena | siren of the seven seas | underwater queen ~
in the new darkness | let us be unafraid | speak light into the world
waiting is a way | of testing patience | of practicing calm
~ she’s a heart bleeding | a wounded bird since you left | one drop at a time ~
ambushed by thunder | lightening walks, nightlights the sky | looking for a way
this shining morning | instead of soft boiled | we eat egg salad
Xolotl ~ O evil twin | our sins accompany me | in lightening and death ~
~ la luna luna | quienes ojos consuma | con su belleza ~
~ the moon, moon | whose eyes does she consume | with her beauty ~
rushed on a river | traveling down breakneck speed | until the calm bend
aqueous extracts | crystalline drops of the divine | ancients are we
oh the forth and back | the details of this and that | sometimes just too much!
yes, you are still here | in the ancient heart rhythms | of birds flapping wings | of train whistles in morning | in everything that is me
sometimes we feel so | like grieving all the world’s loss | deeply left behind
the blood red moon | was meant for you a heaven’s | sign of things to come
ones map of life | from red womb to resting place | a celestial web
you can’t kill your way out | of hate that you created | peace the answer
when you’re suffering | and it’s caused by your own head | time for a change
little people voice | infectious their happiness | joy in every note
loss comes in waves | some days it seems endless | then the sun breaks through
Tucson an ancient | ocean floor extending to | Shiprock and beyond
great muddy river | cradles a crescent city | swallows of moontides
Purple’s favorite | color is pink today | she says she sees seeds grow
little hands planting | learning of earth’s mystery| you give and grow more
his war was worn deep | no one knew his troubles ‘til | one day explosion
our stunted Summer | a Spring that circled backward | now winter in June
morning flowers | glorious possibilities | one more day
The dreaded dead | flowers those unkept promises | bereft of color
first light created | shone for thirty-six hours | then the rains came down
doorways between worlds | rattle and hum, cracks visible | soon to open
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© Odilia Galván Rodríguez, 2011
