Just reading this powerful piece is itself a "Pilgrimage"...a search for meaning, for significance. This poem has eyes. It sees beyond headlines. It caresses the human face of Truth. It will follow you home.
Albuquerque poet Elaine G. Schwartz lives with her husband, Daniel, and Purr’l the Postmodern Pussy Cat. Her work, best described as a tapestry of place and political imagination, has appeared in numerous publications including the Harwood Anthology, Santa Fe Literary Review, The Rag and An Anthology of Monterey Bay Poets.
Maria Elena Hernandez Perez, eyes
the color of chocolate, mutters
maldito sol, accursed sun, as she
crawls across blistering desert sand,
knees swollen, blue jeans stained red,
empty water jug marking her tracks.
A smile breaks across her sunburned
face, her daughters, Eugenia y Luisa,
dance beneath winter sun, words
trill from their moist pink lips --
San Serverino de la buena buena vida,
hands move, hacen asi, asi el carpintero,
asi asi asi, asi me gusta a mi...
Maria Elena finds sanctuary beneath
the canopy of an old palo verde, leans
against its smooth, lime-green trunk,
gives thanks, le da las gracias, as
darkness swallows the western sky.
Maria Elena Hernandez Perez, mother,
daughter, wife, numero noventa y nueve,
found, twenty miles southeast of Tucson,
eyes wide open, pink morning sun warming
the silver rosary in her hands.
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