In the past 6 days, I haven’t had the pleasure to delight my hungry fingers into one of those “private dates with the Thought” (When I write the heck out of my brains and emotions that is). It’s a rare thing that happens to me. The blessing of good people and the contemplation of many beautiful things all at once, petrifies my common sense: I get deep in thought and walk quiet, tranquil, private.

Every prose, verse and poems of the trees.

when the leaves are the wisest,
when the rocks are the strongest,
and provide that guiding bridge of solid satisfaction.

I take a glimpse of those warriors of nature:
Dead corpses of  animals:
Skeletal reminders of struggle.

We know immigration isn’t our only killer,
Look at the trash,
smell the pollution.
Our country is sick of injustice.

Vigilant guardians from the sky,
testify our journey.
5 entities walk here on your land.
Tlaloc’s blessed cries
arise our spirits high!

3 months ago, I walked in solace
now I’m fortunate to have you
Hand in hand,
Right next to me.

On winter’s death we ventured
no longer being stranger lovers.
From the mission district
to the woods of Wolf ,

We continue  to get to know the one another
We remain the perfect strangers.
And let me tell you handsome,
I love getting to know you.

One hour after the other.
As we began this walk you once promised
One hour a day
We will hold hands, together.

And as we begin to leave behind where we met
Our friends, my state.
I reach for your hand
To remind you that once a day
I look forward to walk the miles

Hand in hand,
Rain or shine,
One hour a day,
Right next to each other.

The roads and the words I have for you seem endless
Face’s turn and driver’s stare to our ritual
those are the values we were taught before we were born
Thousands of years ago.

When the land was ours.
When papers and borders didn’t hurt
We walk to remind them,  we are not alone,
We’re the many.

One hour a day,
We will get to know the country,
Free of fear
full of pride,

To remind them love was never illegal
we walk,

every minute of our lives.