Beside the freeway bus stop
the boys play soccer
with a piece of trash
(today it’s a tossed-aside
one liter water bottle).
The bigger one kicks off his
shoes, towards his mother
who is selling fruit to the commuters,
because the sneakers’ sole
to the hole-y canvas upper
making it hard to beat his brother
at trash soccer.
“Put on your shoes,” sighs mom
as she takes a few cents for a
watermelon slice, all the time knowing
with purses, backpacks and briefcases
(and slices of fruit),
climb the stairs of the pedestrian bridge
that spans the freeway.
Which side will they come down on?
I pencil my schedule long-range
Knowing planners, the times, they’ll exchange
So I mix a new fix
Til’ the change gets the nix
Is the un-change of change still a change?
Arguing with the television,
turning it down, loudly,
eating fresh rosquitas and offering them
Wanting to share in the wine
But too methodical to do so.
Keeping life’s rhythms and rhymes.
Patterns that matched his shirt.
Setting his watch by casino,
Punching the clock at the café as if going to work,
Paying without comment.
Community wherever he was.
Welcoming you, as you are,
Who you are,
Supporting your dreams,
Take a nap if you want to, fix the world if you want to…
But how about a sandwich at 8:40,
And could the doctor’s appointment be after breakfast and before the café?
Africa brought my friend Abdisalam
Pangjua my pal is from Asia
Buddy was born on the East Side, Saint Paul
A quilt, a symphonic fantasia!
Frank is Lakota, a generous man
Angel an awesome amigo
Ela my doctor of Irish descent
Aunt Shirley? She comes from Otsego
The Nations United is more than New York
We world-weave through actions and talking
Together we journey, we wonder, we hope
The road that we make is by walking
This was my non-winning poetry submission for Impressions. The end result of Impressions would have more people reading poetry and viewing art on busses and at bus stops in the Twin Cities (Minnesota). Using easy to read, rhyming poetry I wanted to emphasize the global nature of St. Paul while alluding to Spanish poet Machado in that we create the world with who we are and what we do.
I look forward to reading all of the poems!
Follow up the video by reading the book: The Hero With a Thousand Faces.
También puedes leer el libro en español: El héroe de las mil caras.
On St. Rosa of Lima eve
Flowed the cabernet
Here is a list of resources that I have been compiling over the years. Most of them are links to texts and curriculum from all over Latin America. Enjoy!