for those who wander, wonder & define life on their own terms

Building Walls

Photo c/o Wikimedia.

Downtown surrounded by orange cranes

diligently building walls. Work and life

will reside here, done

within the year. Eight monoliths

of progress. Walls….walls…

do we need another

separating child from mother? Man from

father?

 

Ms. S, the Salvadorian

Mona Lisa, with her mysterious smile.

Since five, her big brown eyes

blind with vision,

long-distant voices her only tie to family.

Thirteen now,  eight monolithic

years……………………………………………stretch………….

……………………………………….a…………….

…………………..backward……………….

………..path……………..

 

An “illegal” pays for the progress of Ms. S.

Tiny sacrifice to hold the child

before she is too far

gone to hold.

 

Ms. S, whose “pais” offers

violence and poverty, will travel forward now,

no longer left behind for opportunity.

Goodbye Motherland,

El Salvador,

“The Savior.”

 

Anticipated reunion with

230 miles in between to be

traversed by tiny feet and coverage

of night. Dusty footpath and “coyotes,”

dogs of the human kind, preying

on the desperate from whose dreams

they feed.

 

Her only hope.

 

Ms. S, a backpack

and purity make this journey.

Only two of the three

will survive the trip.

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