El Camino On a highway in state of San Luis Potosí, México
Recuerdo el camino del sol
Con cruces blancas
a los lados
árboles que llegan
Al cielo
Montes de Lunas
Caminos angostos en las que me encuentro
Carreteras extrañas de otro mundo
Sé que estoy en éste mundo
Pero no lo creo.
No sabía que el mundo era tan diferente
Que nuestro mundo podía tener tantos colores
Tantas lágrimas,
Tantas caras buenas y malas
No sabía
Que
No separa el camino del sol
El camino es largo
Es bello..
The Road, On a highway in state of San Luis Potosí, México
I remember the sun
The path of the sun
With roadside crosses
white crosses that reached to
the sky
Mountains of Moons
Narrow roads
Alien Highways from another world
I know I'm in this world
But I don’t believe it.
I didn’t know that the world was so different
That our world could have so many colors
So many tears,
So many good and bad faces
I didn’t know
that
the road doesn’t stop
The path of the sun doesn’t stop
The road is long
It is beautiful.
"At the Winter Poetry Festival, I was taken by the art at the A.L.L gallery. The art on exhibit was curated by local artist Roberto Mata, and several art pieces from Oaxaca illustrated the crossing of worlds (in Mexico and the proximity to the US) and the transparency of the spaces in between those worlds. On the spot, I was inspired to read "El Camino on a Highway in State of San Luis Potosi, Mexico." This poem is about the liminal space experienced as a first-generation Chicana visiting her motherland, roadside view from a bumpy bus, taking in the landscape."
