Migrant Worker on California Highway
Caught in mid-step with many more to go. A hat to shade him from the sun. This man is carrying everything he owns over his left shoulder. Soon he will shift the bundle to the other shoulder. Dust settles on his clothes, his face, in his nose. Only a worn handkerchief in his back pocket to wipe away sweat. Soon he will shift the bundle to the other shoulder. Perhaps a car will come by, but they are usually laden with belongings and numerous children. He’s getting hunched from bending to crops, longs for the reach of apples and peaches, the shade of the trees. He doesn’t mind lying beneath the stars, the sounds of the insects. He’ll sleep from exhaustion, and dream. It is then the lost ones will return, picking up in mid-sentence. Gail Peck Gail Peck is the author of eight books of poetry. The Braided Light won the Leana Shull Contest for 2015. Poems and essays have appeared in Southern Review, Nimrod, Greensboro Review, Brevity, Connotation Press, Comstock, Stone Voices, and elsewhere. Her poems have been nominated for a Pushcart, and her essay “Child Waiting” was cited as a notable forBest American Essays, 2013.
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Mary McCarthy
11/30/2017 12:31:35 pm
From the first line "caught mid step" we see the uprooted, transcience, the weary, dusty, endless journey of this man. And then his small yearnings, to reach for Apple's and peaches instead of stooping all day in the fields, to sleep beneath the stars. Lovely poem!
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