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Migrations #1

 

In Memoriam

 

José Angel Alfano Solana

 

by Judith Partin-Nielsen

 

 

 

We crossed over the border

I won’t say how

and what can I say of

freezing desert nights

black sky blazing stars

then searing, burning sun

tearing into flesh

relentless, relentless

the walking, and fear

then- - - - - - -running, running

as sand clouds appear

against the far sky

running, running- - -and then

I lost you and Juan and

the girl running, running

and falling face down

breathing sand and

dreaming, dreaming of naranjas and

water, rain falling and

phantoms unfurling like giant

sails across the desert floor

and the pounding, pounding of

ocean waves in my ears

and then - - - - -the face, the face

of El Senőr

 

 

 

Following a trail of words, mountains, spirit and tears, this writer, mother, and eventually psychoanalyst left Texas for Colorado in 1985. The land of the Arapahoe welcomed her and called her by name. The love of poetry, poet, and high mountain valleys has warmed her heart and made her home. Freud said “everywhere I go, the poet has gone before me.” May we keep following those footsteps on our paths thru the worlds.

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