Years ago, I wrote a short poem for some exchange students from France. Here it is.O the encounters of brave travelers--
Teenagers flying above the clouds bouncing
toward futures
Ricocheting with the shots of good fortune and
Blessings of strangers/angels in
Cowboy's grinning hats
slinging rays of sunlight
or
smoothing moonlit nights of softened light
Night of Tucson chirps
despite the howl
Of dogs of war--and clichéd wanton greed--lassoing
The world out of linguistic conversations
of hope and
Sanity
Cuidado jumping cholla
Cuidado ricocheted words
Cuidado and Vaya con Dios muchachos
Cuidado et bon voyage
© Melinda S. Esparza
As my college student returns to his school so very far away, I recall the mailart tablets I made and sent to him this year. These took much longer to make. I wanted him to have before him a reminder of the most important things. The painter, Fritz Scholder, once said that we kept the Tablets, but lost the Ark...But, I think we carry both within. What do you think?
