By Jesus Gijon
In every city there are
People who help out,
A few become saintly
The small spit of sand
Comes from montaña de piedra.
These tiny crystals are not broken
They are bits of a whole.
To not know life as a river is the worst.
Both always follow the possible
Never stopping in the shallows where they can run freely
Never trying to make a lake on a step cliff.
We work to make a city
That lasts forever, constructing
With awe flowing through our veins
Injected into each brick and lumber.
Suffering to build this city seems to some
Too much. More correct to make each moment
A sacrifice that builds character.
Atoms rush to atoms.
Particles move constantly and change
Human beings. Meanness, a mighty monkey wrench
in every serious project
produces fear and fear
spawns hate. In the materialist manner
it gets us to give up the story
her story, his story, our story. But our bodies are historians of all that’s happened.
The next step evolves out of our body’s decisions.
A frog learns to stay out of danger, it leaps.
A sapling grows to great heights
From knowledge within its roots.
Building a city that lasts forever
The simple is more fascinating than the complex.
Before becoming the butterfly
A larva becomes a caterpillar
Pushing up and down on many legs
Eating for a life transformation
Then in a flash
It jumps off the branch
Pushing and pulling air
Into the common good.
The priority is to cherish the ones
We don’t love because they are human beings.
No one is so good they don’t have some bad
In them. No one is so bad they don’t have some good in them.
Building a city that lasts forever
Means building human beings.
Very few are born haters
Most seek health and security for all.
Say you lay down sometime in tall grass
On the coast of Northern California
Surrounded by Redwoods next to the light house.
The light house, human made, tells the story
Of rocky cliffs at water’s edge.
The Redwoods circle holding each other’s hands
Embracing safety and security.
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