“Sonoran Heat” — Computer Painting by kenne
The Path of Dreams
There were no trails where I walk.
I walk the desert, poor and broke
thinking of family in Mexico.
Continuing north, I make a path
around the cactus and desert brush.
The sun, still low in the east,
temperature now rising faster
than the morning sun.
Low in water, I find an
old mesquite tree to rest
in its shade until late afternoon.
Then, I will continue following
the path of my dreams —
carefully watching for
green and white trucks.
— kenne
Beautiful, both the image and the poem.
Knowing the desert (and La Migra as you do) you might enjoy Tom Keifer’s “El Sueno Americano” photo exhibit. (http://www.tomkiefer.com/) Also https://www.lensculture.com/articles/tom-kiefer-el-sueno-an-americano-project