“I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones” — Albert Einstein
Saturday, May 28, 2011
The boy with the dandelion
has dark skin and watchful eyes. An immigrant boy. A migrant. We are all of us the one and conflicted over the other. He picks dandelions and twines them into a braid. His father digs carrots and picks lettuce. His arms are brown and muscled and ready for work. The morning is misty and overcast, and the fields are muddy and wet, but the boy is barefoot and learning our ways.