
Cempasuchil
Last night I dreamt
the souls of the departed
had returned to celebrate
the memory of their passing.
We ate and drank together
but I noticed their disbelief
and surprise at my presence,
as if some gust of wind
should have announced my arrival.
Not until the day of their departure
did I have the heart to tell them
that their residence was momentary
that their presence was
only made possible by
my belief in their love.






