A Path

by Prosperous Domingo

I’m walkin’ down this path

Wonderin’ as every tree I passed

The smell of rain, twigs ‘n tree sap

I’m startin’ 2 think, where am I at?…

I keep walkin1 then I come across this house

Not one creature stirs it—not even a mouse.

So you know this place could b haunted

Light’s dim, fire burnin’ low, this is not what I wanted.

I know there’s someone here,

I can feel their presence near.

Out the kitchen comes a bright light,

I try 2 run, yell, try 2 fight…

It’s cuz I see someone that should b dead,

This is where the path lead?

My uncle spoke 2 me but I don’t know what he said,

All I know is he’s pointing 2 my death bed!

It’s krazy how this was the topic 4 2day’s class.  I actually had a dream of that.  2 this day, I still don’t know what my uncle was trying 2 say.  May he rest in peace…

—Alliot Sandoval—

-A Friend—Father—Brother-

-An Uncle-

Precious Moments

Lawrence Jaramillo

I was in a forest; could not remember what day or even what year it was. “Is this reality?”, I asked myself. “Why am I here?” As I started to look around, I noticed distinctive things like the birds flying and chirping. Some call it singing to the happiness of being a free bird, but I like to think that they are talking to each other just like we do. 

Well, as I was walking through this forest I noticed a path. Where did this path go? Why am I here? Along this path there were a few rabbits hopping around, some lizards crawling, and I could see a few snakes as well, slithering around, heading wherever they ended up. One rabbit was hopping, saying he was late for some important date, which I thought was very odd. “Where am I? Why am I here?” I asked myself again. Could this be a dream, or was it reality?

The farther I went on down this path, the more things I noticed. The sound of water flowing; and the smell that I cannot describe in words very well. It was kind of musky, maybe more like mildew or mold. As I kept in going, I realized I wasn’t in much of a forest at all. The water I heard and the smell I noticed was the Rio Grande River. I was in the Bosque. “What the __? Why am I here?”, again I asked. At this time I figured I would make my own path and headed in a different direction. This was cool because I had to climb a few congested areas to get through – full of sticks and shrubs.

After a while I found myself at a house. I didn’t think I had ever been there, but there were familiar things about this place, like the cleanliness, and the candles that I could see through the beautiful, black lacey curtains. The thing that was most familiar was the smell that lingered from the house, like a piece of Heaven bottled up and used as perfume. It was a smell I had smelled many times before, and there was the sound of music coming from inside the house. The song was sung by a woman, and the chorus said something like, “Somebody’s already got my heart, somebody’s already got my heart”. “Where am I, and why am I here”?, I said to myself again, really confused and wondering because this seemed so real, but not sure whether it was reality or a dream. “What should I do?”, I though in my head. Then finally I built up enough nerve and balls to knock on the door.

It only took a few seconds, and the music was lowered. I could hear the locks being unlatched. The door opened wide, and to my amazement the person who stood on the other side was the most beautiful person I had ever set eyes on, DRA. I remembered the smell, I knew the song, and I knew why the house was so clean with candles lit all around. I was not sure how to react. I was breath-taken and in awe. In front of me stood the most important person in my life, whom I had not seen for quite some time. The last time we saw each other we had some problems and argued a lot, but we loved each other deeply. We looked each other in the eyes, hugged, kissed, and said “I love you” to each other. We got comfortable and caught up on lost time. Where we both had been, we didn’t know.

But it finally hit me. D. was no longer there in my arms, I was no longer in the house, the smell had disappeared, and the music went mute. I looked around only to realize that I had just woken up. My orange shirt was hanging from a hook on the wall, there was a light that only turns off for about two hours a day, and I am very high off the floor in the top bunk in MDC. Fuck! It was all a dream. I was grateful though, because the dream was so real to me and I was able to spend those few short moments with D, in the midst of these long moments at MDC. Thank you Lord, maybe you can help me to have another visit with D next week. Oh, and could you tell her or let her know that I love her deeply? Thank you and goodnight.