He hoists her on his shoulders like
Christopherus the Jesus child.
She, an adult, is heavy and
two little hands protruding
from her wrap make clear
that there too is a child.
Indigena, she has to cross
the river high and dry,
has paid for this coyote’s service,
a mercantile exchange,
her gamble for a better life.
longing to serve
the greatest king on earth,
became a human ferryman.
One day he shouldered a small boy
to carry him across a moody stream.
A trifling task, this lightweight child,
though as he waded in, the river swelled,
the child a sudden lead weight pressing down.
and almost drowned. The child
then told he was the Christ.
The doubting man had found
his king to serve.
The strong coyote, broad-footed
and muscular, just does his job,
earns daily chow for his own family.
His faith is money and the endless
stream of people dreaming of a better life.
Christa Pandey: "Art in its various forms has interested me (Christa Pandey) for years. But finding words of transformation for art is a relatively new experience. Words for other experiences and feelings have shaped the poet I have become in my second half of life. Many words have been gathered into poems, published in journals and anthologies and even three chapbooks: Southern Seasons, Maya, and Hummingbird Wings."
The Ekphrastic Review
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