Brenda Arroyo

Rookie (6/10/1992 / Modesto CA)

Tomorrow Dried In The Hopes Of Reaching Yesterday. - Poem by Brenda Arroyo

The silver glow of a lazy moon floats and infects the aura of a late, starry, night.
I wander off into the desert in search of you [again].
The wind howls her discomfort but I don’t stop.
I never did, I wouldn’t now.

I stare on, past horizons, and keep my eyes peeled.
It’s harder to see when I know the sun won’t be up for ages now.

But still... I keep on walking and as I walk, I find my realities:
-A cactus
-The remains of a dead orca whale
-A ship-wrecked pirate’s boat from 1509
-My right lung with cracked edges and dusty air holes.

Out of disappointment, I retrace my trails in the sand and follow the diamonds in the sky.
I can smell the songs of my mother and father, of my pastor and of The Spirit.
I can taste the bitter call of my ancestors.
I can feel the lost essence of my nation.

But of you...
I receive not even the palest dropp of hope.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 27, 2009

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 14, 2009

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