BRIDE

Death paused

for me, I ran

across the

slender, cobbled

street, mourners

behind black

hearse, all

walking to the

graveyard, they

will make the

grave so beautiful,

flowers, favorite

things, bottle of

tequila perhaps, they

know their beloved

dead, their ancestors,

it will be so

beautiful, they

will return Dia de

Los Muertos to weep,

laugh, share

their family

feast, remember 

this life.

        *        *        *

I arrive for breakfast,

courtyard fountain, mural

of Mexico to gaze at, a 

child still connected to

her mother's vagina, cord

not cut, just born, her

ecstatic body- teens

carry stacked chairs on

their backs, hauling huge

tables, velvet sofas, into

the courtyard, men create a

dance floor, women scatter

candles everywhere, fire,

joy for the wedding, fire,

joy tonight, the wedding-

an older woman calmly fills

each tier of the central

fountain with paradise,

armloads of paradise,

rainbows of paradise,

the scent of paradise

reaches me, a wise

hummingbird pauses to

sip paradise, her

rainbow body blinds

me with fire, with

joy, every human

moment becomes

married within me,

death/transformation,

birth/transformation,

wedding/transformation,

my white-light

blinding umbilical

cord still

connected to

La Madre Cosmica,

I am her daughter,

I am her human,

I am her bride. 

                                         San Miguel de Allende, Mexico

                                              October 2013, My birth day...