for Albino Carrillo
Carminante, son tus huellas el camino, y nada más…1
“Proverbs and Songs 29” by Antonio Machado
The old seasons loom in the background—
towering buildings—throwing shadows over the road.
How could this be? How could winter get more
unfocused? How could fall?
My long walk has made my mouth dry and
my palms damp. Heading west on this familiar street,
I recited the Jesus Prayer, then praise to Devi.
Past the liquor store and bus stop where a man
was beaten and left for dead, past the brass entrance
leading to Scientology’s innards, then around the corner
and nearly home. The old seasons begin taking
names—first, volunteers who will be given
the best seats, then all the others. Comes a time,
I’ve been told, when all truths will be evident,
when the water’s fluid lips will speak only
of the old seasons and nothing else.
1Walker, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more…
Martina Newberry’s latest book is Where it Goes (Deerbrook Editions). She is also the author of Learning by Rote (Deerbrook Editions), Running Like A Woman With Her Hair on Fire (Red Hen Press), and Lima Beans And City Chicken (a Memoir Of The Open Hearth) (E.P. Dutton). Her work has been widely anthologized and published in the U.S. and abroad. She lives in her beloved Los Angeles with her husband, Brian, a photographer/web designer, and their fur-baby, Charlie T. Cat.