Poems for Mexico Contents

(for Tara)

The Puerto Morelos Pelicans 

There in the sky moving 

Wild, slowly, gliding and 

Ancient looking. 

Maybe It’s the spirit

Of the dinosaur age,

Right there in eye and 

Spirit sight strong

I watch and wonder and

Think of those far away times

Before man, and wonder

At existence

Moon Notebooks

I always kept a notebook 

During travels. Keywords 

To remember,- the subjects

Of prose poems and stories.

Sometimes I called myself

Saturday Moon, and

The papers were loyal

Confidants on planes and

Balconies, at desks

And waiting areas.

Words and sentences,

Frankly frame the large

Unabridged world 

Wild Water Storms

The Ocean Turquoise was the

Name of the place, and it was 

Storm season, the jellyfish

Stinging and the waters churning

And disheveled. But,

Even overcast air is okay

For the Terra cotta structure

Of the place and to be there

Is fine. A country with soul,

An area with delight and

both fine and rugged beauty 

Stray Cats

Groups I could see from

The balcony,- running together,

Being, there by the local trees and

Shrubs, out to the interlock and

Near the warm glow of 

Ground lights. Be well cats. 

Stick together. Beige. Brown. 

Fast. Soul. Each a soul and

The group also a soul. 

Go and go well.

Lizard by the Light

Reading a book and in the nights

I noticed the green lizard on the stucco wall. 

It was calm and maybe liked the warmth of the nearby light. That balcony had a view where

One could see the wondrous grounds

And the sense sea beyond. Magic. The

Things that make for mystery and 

Open mystical lyrical areas and feelings,

Attitudes and spiritual awakenings.

To have a good lace and literature,

To have a soulmate and the southern 

Worlds and salt water tides…

Playa Del Carmen Rosary

The bright days. Coffee shop. Outlet stands of wares…jewellery and clothing. One of the

First places had a magical and soulful rosary. What a find. I should have bought two. It has lasted all these years, colourful and Godly. A piece of that place and some help to pray and remember and strive for the divine, the eternal. 

Clear Water Calm 

The Ocean. See the sea. How could it be so clear and warm, healing, and fine? A great place in the world. Expatriates. Locals. Tourists. But room for everyone. The strong ancient sun. Calm. Everything is alive but still calm. An inner prayer is happening. There must be a spiritual light besides the worldly light, an enlightening light, a light that we look for again but that has also been with us since the beginning…