¡Viva Padden Creek! — a line in a response
to one of my blog posts — reminds me
of Viva Zapata scratched into what
was briefly wet concrete close
to where a trail spur meets the bend
of Donovan Avenue curving into 10th Street.
Curious: here, so far north in el Norte.
Unmistakable and defiant, if hurried:
no exclamation marks. Viva Zapata.
Emiliano Zapata, a Mexican revolutionary,
contemporary of Pancho Villa. Zapata,
assassinated and dead for nearly a hundred years,
still invoked during street protests in Mexico.
Zapata still inspires: take Zapatistas,
for instance. Who will be worthy
of being remembered? Who will be recorded,
What will be recorded, and remembered?
¡Viva Padden Creek! Padden Creek
is not a message, carved or uncarved.
Padden Creek is alive. Despite burial
for several city blocks, underground
in a brick-lined pipe, Padden Creek
continues to carve its gorge below
its starting point east of Lake Padden
and above its final slow and winding meander
to the estuary and sea. ¡Viva Padden Creek!
Padden Creek is alive, a reminder
that the world isn’t all concrete
and asphalt, steel and glass, train air horn
and screeching tortured metal, diesel engines
and particulates, mowers and compressors
and blowers, fans and air conditioning units.
¡Viva Earth! Earth abides, lives and waits
for a revolution in our thinking
and actions. Revolutionary, even to think
of bending governments, institutions,
corporations, and leaders to work on behalf
of earth and all people.
Still more revolutionary: earth waits
for reengineering on behalf of all creatures.
We seek to make our mark, engrave
ourselves on the world. Whether we
are successful or not, the earth —
patient — waits for each of us.
The earth waits to welcome us home.
¡Viva la tierra!
Andrew Shattuck McBride
NaPoWriMo 2014 ~ Day 31