WHAT WE DO ON THE DAY
WITHOUT ANY THOUGHTS ABOUT RESURRECTION
While Karen assembles the railing
for the deck, I’m reading through Machado’s
poems looking for walking lines
making my sign for today’s
march led by LatinXPoder.
It is Saturday, Easter people,
after Good Friday, the long day
coloring with Marks-a-lot
on cardboard. Taking green pen
in hand I draw a large C beginning
Caminante, its implications
unsettling me, walker, camino--
way-path all the way to El Señor.
Caminante makes me dizzy
saying it. Caminantes somos
y en el camino andamos. Taking
a black pen I outline the green
letters watching the words pop,
daemon-like—se hace camino
al andar. The way Karen
connects railing rods
is how one makes this road
by walking. No where
do I protest deportations
with the word. At the bottom
where I sign my name in red,
alongside the date 20 April 2025,
two words: Turtle Island
state my belief. Natural Boundaries,
not political ones. Two other groups,
Between the Ridges and YIRN,
Yakima Immigration Response Network,
guide me. Our friend who claimed
asylum years ago will sit
at our table on Easter, terrified.
She is a source of my faith
and I am making this sign
in her name. It is spring.
We are surrounded by ice
and she is the mother of Jesus.
Jim Bodeen
21 April 2025
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