Andrea Hernandez Holm

Earth shifts ever so slightly

and the moon pulls herself closer

in her yearning to embrace us in her light.

The veil between the living and the dead

is caught in the gusts of her sweet breath

and it flutters

and it pulses

like gentle strokes

of a lover's hand.

Los muertos are drawn

by the movements.

Eager to touch bone to flesh

and dance among the living,

they bob on the breezes

between sky and earth

watching

waiting for us to welcome them home.

Copyright 2009 Andrea Hernandez Holm