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Ofrendas

Here in Mexico, it is the time of the year we honor our dead and enter that space so we might commune with them. This year, I honor my beloved fox-guides, who died from a virus that leaped species, and the poet Galway Kinnell whose words below changed my relationship to how I view my aging self. The accompanying photograph was created by the exquisite photographer, Marico Fayre, who witnessed and recorded my sorrowful remembrance at the falls below the dam upon which my fox friends did dance.

Saint Francis And The Sow ~ Galway Kinnell
The bud
stands for all things,
even for those things that don’t flower,
for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;
though sometimes it is necessary
to reteach a thing its loveliness,
to put a hand on its brow
of the flower
and retell it in words and in touch
it is lovely
until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing;
as Saint Francis
put his hand on the creased forehead
of the sow, and told her in words and in touch
blessings of earth on the sow, and the sow
began remembering all down her thick length,
from the earthen snout all the way
through the fodder and slops to the spiritual curl of the tail,
from the hard spininess spiked out from the spine
down through the great broken heart
to the blue milken dreaminess spurting and shuddering
from the fourteen teats into the fourteen mouths sucking and blowing beneath
them:
the long, perfect loveliness of sow.

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