What Warsaw to Oaxaca means to me

A Mexican family of five stands outside of the Catholic Diocese

talking to a Nun. She looks pleasantly at the Young Child; these

are My kin, She may think to herself. And I think this is true, from

Warsaw, resisting the Communist regime into the 1990s, to Ireland,

resisting British oppression for centuries, and all the way to Raleigh,

resisting popular hypocrisy and those ideas turned into laws to turn

the Mexican family of five, who only wanted to be as American

as they can be, away and back to Mexico; but they're My kin, the Catholic

Nun thinks (She is holy if She thinks this, and I think She is holy); they're looking

for the Lord, the Protector of freedom for some, who is most truly understood

by those like the Mexican family of five, for they know the Hero's journey,

like a Buddha, like a Yogi, like a Christ, and like a Trucker, trying to find

His way home; This is home -- Brothers and Sister.

Raleigh, NC

3-29-2012

Redux

Two, a couple, two-pointer in a college basket-ball game -- two chimneys

on the brick Catholic Diocese, Two blues musicians, playing

guitar and harmonica (and is that the Holy Ghost!?), praise be to everything

good. In my neighborhood, two scuff marks on beige columns

and two pretty girls, who live next door and two

brown leaves left on the tree (winter be

damned!), lingering bravely above a telephone wire, which is connected

to a pole and the rest of the world too, and two, on and on

and on.

Raleigh, NC

2-18-2012