Saturday, October 10, 2009

No. 32 • F(St)orm & Discontent

Luisa Igloria


Auspicious
09.09.09

No more than a coffee, a croissant,
and folios of work on my desk— but
today, they say, brings portents— the chance

to jimmy the cosmic window open
just a little wider so perhaps
the slumbering third eye might awaken,

the nine-fold knot that begins somewhere
at the base of my spine might erupt
in a profusion of flowers all

the way to my scalp. Thus might I tune
in to the fragrant universe and
know, at last, its mysteries. And so

the astrologists with their Mayan
calendars, the numerologists
with their calculus of integers

are unveiling the hidden windfall
in the numbers on my gas receipt,
are encoding patterns on my tire

treads, or on the print of my carpet.
Half-moon cheeks of a fortune cookie
hide the smile of a dashing lover

or the location of paradise—
All I have to do now is make it
through the day without losing my keys,

my parking spot, my temper, my patience;
all I have to do is believe I’m
next, as the planets start lining up.












The Aztec moon goddess, Coyolxauhqui, sorceress
"who spoke to all centipedes and lizards,"
from the Templo Mayor Museum in Mexico City.