La Sirena

Spider sister, spellbinder
Waiting in the web of your magic shop
Amid the sweet spicy smell of incense and herbs
Among the bright candles.
Your fish tail dips in the ocean, our mother memory.
From that wet land of dreams, the moist matrix of life
You pick a shell and offer it with an incantation.
Spirit sister, soulbinder
In your big, generous body
you emerge from the waves
To give, without stinginess or reservation
Our birthright: the secret powers of the seas.