Day Three in Guatemala  

Yesterday morning as I look out 
from the upper level of la casa
your grandparents live in,
two helicopters gunships pass noisily
and I wonder which president
is being flown and where,
and for what purpose. 

I did not suppose
Vice President Pence to be where
my thoughts went.
Oscar turns on the tv
to get the news of the day in
Spanish and drinks his tasa
café. The reporter, with a shout,

begins a biography of Pence, from his
early days and his rise
to the top of American politics,
and then the vice president speaks,
in an interpreter’s voice,
outlining why migration
must not be illegal entry.

Deiny enters the room. She
goes to her drums, her mission,
one of choice,
seeks
music, her soul, not politics.
The light in her young eyes is contagious.