Traversing borders, Lorraine Caputo takes us on a visit to our brothers and sisters in a small Garífuna village on Honduras’ Caribbean coast.
IN THE FALLING DUSK I. On a sand bar near the sea, seven young boys play pelota*. With long sticks, they battle to hit the small yellow ball on the ground. The sticks clack-clack-clack as the ball nears the opponent’s goal sticks. And it finally goes past the goalie …. The ball is tossed skyward and their silhouette bodies jump to hit it with clacking sticks. II. On a dirt street along the beachfront, a young mother dances with her infant daughter cradled on one hip. Their arms are around each other, are raised in the air. Music blasts from speakers set in the street. To the rhythm the pair flows ‘round and ‘round. Small dust clouds rise and swirl around mother’s feet. *Pelota -- ball
Lorraine Caputo’s works appear in over 250 journals on six continents; and 18 collections of poetry. She travels through Latin America, listening to the voices of the pueblos and the Earth.
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