Language and Traveling in Todos Santos, pueblo mágico

Language Class  poem by Kimberly L. Becker, written on Qualla Boundary for C.M.

Little by little

we are reclaiming the words

Just as the land was once large,

so, too, our voice

Some words lost on the Trail

have been found

They lived hidden in baskets,

in pockets, in the very tassels

of corn (Selu, Selu)

Now the words live again

See? When I saw nogwo

it is now,

both the now of then

and the now of not yet

The words work secret medicine

and strong, forming us

from the inside out

Language is our Magic Lake-

we walk in limping with loss

and emerge wholly ourselves

When Cecilia speaks

she bears with her

the future of these sounds

Listen: her voice is soft but sure.

 

SCLI Volunteer English program in Todos Santos, BCS, Mexico, 2019