Friday, March 13, 2015
For the one who goes alone,
This is for Claire from Idaho, in her youth and nervousness,
Taking advantage of barriers downed,
with your blue eyes, dreads and shy smile.
For Bernice, and your bravery,
for your 60+ years of curiosity,
living like the locals with a grin as big as the sky
eyes as bright as a child's,
elegant British accent standing out in the crowd.
For George, my old army friend,
Who wouldn't let me take his picture
But had the best belly chuckle,
And made bus rides shorter
laughing at toddlers making friends.
For Andrea, with your weight and wonder,
Mind of a philosopher,
Heart with both hope and cynicism,
that hold hands with each other.
There's no question in another life
you were my brother.
For Pedro, a different kind of alone,
Battling demons the whole world knows,
Desperate for acceptance,
and meant for so much more.
You are good, and you are worthy.
For Lino, the small man with the biggest presence,
Who takes no shit and speaks no english
Who has a true talent to antagonize without offending.
Who makes me feel light and joy, for reasons I can't explain.
There is no language that could translate this.
This is for all of those open
walking different roads,
crossing paths and present
unafraid of the unknown.
And for me, always learning
How much love this heart can hold.