Let the River Run

Oh let the river run
Cutting canyons through metamorphic monoliths
promising a life anew
sweeping away a lifetime of dreams

Let it flow
where hope and human migration
are dashed against the rocks

Labor’s sweat swirling in the river’s current
splits the family
towing the children under

Let the river flow
where you meet the drowned dreamers
desperate gems yet unpolished
strewn like trash
with contempt

Pearls too dark to belong in a trending epoch of whiteness
Across the Rio Grande
the north scattered with bones of buffalo and millennia of ancestors
bleached with sweat
covered with the dust of rubber tires and the interstate
buried under cloned strip malls
and bodegas where the flow of remittances hesitate in a pool of failed aspiration

Let the river run
where dreams of the Jordan and dignity slowly settles into the toxic sediment of humiliation
Smothering the strength to start over again

Let it flow
during a ten minute break

The blood
The tears
The fears
The asphalt
scrapes the flesh of his face
Several bodies sink him
Netting him into a school of writhing humanity.

Let the river run where liquid lives, dreams tumble
and the eternal flow of life persists
slowly carving through ice and rock
Falling home
toward the sea

Let the river run
Washing away the soul of “America”
cleansing precious stones that have been tossed away by ignorance

Amal Corriente has lived and taught in the border city of San Diego for decades. Working along with immigrants and internationals as well as his own experience of living abroad and marrying across cultures, has deeply influenced his writing. He writes to honor the voices too often silenced, and to wrestle with the sorrow and dignity of human migration. Read other articles by Amal.