In recognition of Indigenous People's Day
Heart of the Wind Place
I saw your granddaughter
in the laundromat.
She is
a grandmother herself with
two long, parallel braids.
She has
the same prominent nose,
earthy complexion
and smile.
I watched her and him
in pleasant exchange
regard- ing
the shape of her shoe.
How I did not know
what
was coming of her regal
walk out the door to curb
no quest- ion
of roots and ground.
Oceans and storm tides
eat cities.
How the jungle ate your
Pal- enque. One thousand years
of cedar,
mahogany and sapodilla trees
at Usu- ma- cinta River,
Chia- pas.
Heart of the Wind Place:
you ran with the moon
to here?!
