Inhabiting La Patria

Emily in one hand, Walt in the other, That’s how I learned my craft, struggling To navigate my own way between them And get to where I wanted to end up: Some place dead center in the human heart. I’ve had an odyssey with both along: Emily with her slant sense of directions; And rowdy Walt, so loud and in my face, I’ve had to stuff his mouth with leaves of grass At times to hear my own song of myself!