1. Wendy,

    Just back from a day away. This poem is a treat to come home to.

    The language, ever quiet, yet vibrant, has an energy that builds
    and grows until the quietness of the words reaches a crescendo.

    ” It smells

    of dust and smashed fruit, the stench

    of his breath”

    “Vine leaves shuddered along the ledge”

    “maybe then,

    in a gust of pine laced with ocean salt,

    the courage to leave.”

    “My child’s fingers

    clenching mine, hinged together with luck

    floating off.– frail as dandelion ash”

    “, Its water turned ( by some sensation)

    into a girl’s laugher, miles away

    where she shimmers on a park slide.”

    “At night, she can fly back to me

    in a dream.”

    I should have just copied the whole poem. It is a many faceted diamond
    that shimmers and burns. So beautifully done.



  2. Hi Sarah

    Your beautiful commentary brightens my day — thank you so, so much!! Was reading some of the heart-wrenching stories about Central American immigrants who are separated from their children at the southern border. One woman’s story caught my heart and eye. She was from Brazil, not the usual areas of exile, and talked of how she was fleeing domestic violence and had to be parted from her child at the port of entry, even though she followed the correct steps of asking for asylum. Her child was taken to a children’s shelter in Chicago , I believe. I imagine many of these women are connected to husbands, brothers or other family members entangled in drug smuggling/cartel activities, as the husband I imagined to be in this poem or ones who are threatened by gang members. In the case of the drug dealers, many worship Santa Muerte, the death god, the death saint, sometimes called ‘the savior of thieves and sacrifice birds to them in return for protection and success in their illegal operations.

    I also wanted to show in this poem that despite all the tragic angst of being ripped from one’s child, sometimes , for a moment and a moment only, our imagination intervenes and allows us to believe or imagine that our child is somewhere at play, not dealing with the turmoil and having a respite from all the anxiety thirsted upon them. Anyway, I am so glad you enjoyed the poem and again deeply appreciate your support and encouragement. It means the world to me!

    Take care
    my best to you and yours always,


  3. Dear Dee

    Thank you so much for your lovely comments toward this poem and empathy toward its subject. I , too, hope this terrible situation of parents being separated from their children is soon eliminated with more merciful and compassionate solutions.

    Again, thank you!

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