THE YELLOW RECTANGLE
painted stripes on asphalt
at the Airport where ICE
flight witnesses are granted
permission to assemble
by the City of Yakima,
remains substantial,
nobody's crowded
and all gatherers must
watch to stay inside
the yellow line. Stepping
back, this morning
to snap a photo of the 14 gathered
to let asylum seekers
know they're not alone
No Estan Solo
painted black on cloth,
trilling whistle between
nuestra oración de despedida,
our prayer of good bye,
I step back, one foot
on the other side of the painted
yellow stripe, catching
City employee's eye,
and he walks from his observation
point beyond the way. No problem,
I wave, stepping back
inside the line. My companions
turn to watch. Did he? they ask.
Cuidado en la frontera,
hermanos, hermanas. Cuideten.
Todo que pasa aquí es sagrado.
It's all sacred, inside this pregnant
space, every gesture, significant.
Jim Bodeen
5 November 2019
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