Illuminate Me-with Las Gallas 2012
The Most Himself Installation, Poetry, Fotos by Julia Lopez
He was the most himself in the waters.
He was flung into the air.
He laughed, joyous sound that comes
when you are lifted so high
your hairs are on end,
just a hint of danger.
He was lifted more than humanly possible,
floating through space tasting freedom.
Freedom, granted by the release
of his enslaved mother’s desperate arms.
No place to land but into the deep dark waters
that cleansed and engulfed his body full of life.
His mouth was still open
when it made contact with the strange ocean.
It took him, acknowledged the sacrifice.
He took up the cross floating,
accepting his fate took up the cross, ferocious and flailing
life before his eyes
he took it up.
He was the most himself in the waters
The passage between patria
and this land, this land of accents
foreign syllables
twisted tense stiff lips
moving pushing, spitting out words
he does not understand.
The passage between patria
and this land
lost at sea.
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