Coyolxauhqui
I dance benign with skirt of snakes,
shedding skins, promising rebirth.
I Am the ancient Mexican Moon Goddess
the dismembered, the broken,
the forgotten One.
Men say My war-god brother
cut Me into pieces
and threw Me down from a mountain-top.
But I have always been all-present:
at the horizon, and at the zenith
rising and setting,
crescent, full, and dark
waxing and waning
creative and self-cleansing.
I dive into sea and earth and dark,
and rise reborn,
one side always hidden from view.
My face is bright,
yet marked by shadows.
My changing shapes
are pieces of a comforting
puzzle of renewal
hiding in your hearts,
pulling on your watery
cells and brains and wombs,
--sisters and brothers--
waiting for you to re-member,
biding till you find Me Whole.
© Tamara Rasmussen 2018