Ixchel At The End Of Days Poem by Peggy Dreger

Of course a goddess never tells her age.,
Nor how many centuries she has shared
These skies and seas with you
To fill your boats with fish, your homes with children.
My foretold days are comingto a close.
Shall I renew mypatronagewith you?
Or must I gather upmy star-shotrobes
And travelto another galaxy wheresouls
Still seek the giftsof plentitude and peace.
Go to the shore at Guadallupana
And find a swirledconch.
Whisper at its lipyour wish for me,
And hold itto your ear. The humming sea
Will give you back my answer.