In the Green Hallway… “Tus Labios
pa’ mí, Tanit, Turai; Tu Estrella en Mí, Tara, Thurai”
Swoosh! I hear in the wind, as I see a silver
cord dancing in spirals around me. I grab it and hold onto it, happy to know
that kites always have cords long enough as to never get lost. Before making it
back to the green hallway, I look at my surroundings and I smile at the little
bridge over the acequia, facing a park across el bosque. Sunrays on the snow
have given the bridge a whole new dimension. “EstA Puente, mi Espalda”, I
whisper in an homage to Gloria Anzaldúa, and then also to my favorite Native
writer, and finally to some place up north in LA NuevA México. It now looks
like a series of wheels in motion.