Poem from Quentin (Dialogue)
Dialogue in the Mexican Mountains
Today mountains sang
“Let the rivers clap their hands,
Let the mountains sing together for joy;”
Wild flowers whispered:
“Look at me, look at me!
No one has ever seen me!”
I paused high above a small Indian village,
children playing, colorful women moving about.
An Indian man
carrying a machete started toward me.
His demeanor said to me:
“You are trespassing on sacred ground” or
“You are evil to us.”
He moves quickly toward me
I unlock a safety catch on my pepper spray.
I glanced momentarily at the village below….
a small center church
with a high thick solid cross.
The cross spoke to me:
“If you love only those who love you,
what reward is there for that?
Even corrupt tax collectors do that much”
It said to me:
“Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast;
it is not arrogant or rude. it is not irritable or resentful;
it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth.
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things,
He was right before me
but he passed by,
almost brushing shoulders, a scent of work,
fragrance of manly physical labor.
On down the path I could not resist looking back,
nor could he.
His look said:
” Welcome to my world strange person.”
and mine said: .