On this plaza


San Diego and Tijuana,

A mother and daughter

Touch fingertips

Through thick steel mesh.

A rustling, like ribbons

Windblown from a child’s hair,

Storms up the bars,

Confounding the wall’s height.

Trash undone

By festival-goers hands,

Rises as kites.

The child doesn’t turn

To see carton

Feather into a bird

But sees flight

In her mother’s eyes

And believes it real.

She asks for wings, planes,

A swing to swing

That high.

The steel catches

The light of the sun,

Becomes a river on a kite’s tail,

Saturates the air

With the sound of fingertips

Brushing, like palm leaves,

The underside of grace.

Located within the Border Field State Park in California’s San Diego county, the half-acre Friendship Park includes a section of the border fence that divides the US and Mexico.  On the US side, the park was formerly part of the Monument Mesa picnic area, but is now under the jurisdiction of the Department of Homeland Security and is heavily monitored by U.S. Border Patrols.

Friendship Park, by Caprice Garvin, was first published as Indolent Books WHAT ROUGH BEAST | POEM FOR DECEMBER 25, 2018, edited by Michael Broder 

12 thoughts on “Friendship Park

  1. “Gorgeous poem! Tijuana and San Diego, a mother and a daughter. Every image is breathtaking and speaks of what’s coming, “A rustling, like ribbons / Windblown from a child’s hair,” or “In her mother’s eyes / And believes it real.” I loved the poem’s deep romanticism refusing to become sentimental. As Ms. Garvin says herself, in the ending two lines, this poem, too, brushes “like palm leaves, / The underside of grace.”

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  2. Your imagery is so tender, and so powerful. The eyes of the child…the heart of the mother. Their fingertips touched, and I felt the piercing pain of longing, and the intensity of hope and love. You captured it all, and my heart breaks each time that I read it. So very beautiful, and so very painful.

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  3. You’ve painted a beautiful, yet touching picture of a reality so sad. But, like the daughter, you give me hope. Thank you.


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