On Monday the border vanished
cactus needles formed a choir
and the desert soils danced
reached across unobstructed clay-rich horizons
to hug itself and know its joined-again parts
once-divided
and the dry heat felt lavish
infused with release, and deliverance from centuries-old power
imbalance
and anguish
On Tuesday Diosito lloro tears of
Joy
and Jubilation
flooded
the
streets
watered the seeds that had long ago
been planted
and juniper shrubs grew tall
burst open
from their branches
to form blossom pillows
for well-rested
and flowery imaginations
Nopales uprooted and settled into rocking chairs,
ready to tell stories of yonder years,
of how they learned to carry and hold
water through dry seasons and spells
On Wednesday a phoenix rose from the ashes
of institutions disformed and abandoned in favor
of more
and of liberated hope,
no longer tied
to a nation’s offered up Dream
silver hairs
and storytelling
a new form of currency
nenes choreographed dances
meant to tell us
what it means to be free
On Thursday new memories were activated
by gentle hearts
no longer taken for granted
Enchanted
with the new world order
and the clouds came a l i v e
with the sound of ancestral music
and stars came out during daylight
Time let out a sigh
On Friday children fingerpainted the new space in the sky
and widows fingerprinted and built bridges to cross over
the river nigh
one impressionable touch for every life
Lost
Paleta mans wrote poems about what it means to be
Found
in this new reality
where blessings really did grow on trees
what is a blessing now,
anyways?
On Saturday the crosses lain along the border
metamorphized into wings
and the things
we carry very quickly
became weightless
No-longer illicit bodies our own personal oasis
On Sunday Milagros served tamales.
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