What She Taught Me

for my mother Irene Clotilde Luque May


In this world
you have to be patient,
there is a reason the sweetest food is served
in limited quantity, at the end of the meal.

In this world everything waits for something else,
body is only an envelope, spirit is the message.
Courage is a tool to bring experience
out of possibility into the realm of time.

Time is a whirling ancient
dancing to the rhythms of life.

With head thrown back,
mouth wide open,
eyes rolling up
and arms out stretched.

Turning, (what seems to us
riding on the hem of time's coat)
faster and ever faster
till the turning throws us back

into the sea of all that is
and all that is yet to be.