ends
with his escape from the secret police,
on a homemade raft, in hurricane season.
Then the sea, the wreck, being stranded
on that nameless spit of sand, and finally,
surviving on rainwater, shellfish,
and seaweed. After a fisherman
found him, rescue became TÃoâs passion.
Nature had fed him, God and people
helped him. He was determined to do
the same for someone else.
He received asylum in Florida,
learned English, studied forestry,
then worked in the Everglades,
Yellowstone, and Yosemite,
before choosing to patrol
the most remote places
along the Pacific Crest Trail,
places that seemed almost
as vast and perilous
as an ocean.
Wherever he went, he always
experimented with wild foods
and survival skills. He experimented
with wild feelings, too, trying out
different emotions
the way people in cities
try on clothes.
He had to decide which feelings
could be trusted
and which ones would poison
his mind.
Anger was useless, fear deadly,
and despair was the most dangerous
emotion of all. He realized that hope
was the only feeling strong enough
to keep him alive.
When TÃo falls silent, I gaze up
at beach stars, gather my courage,
and ask about Mom.
What was she like when she was little?
Did she fight, was she cruel, did she care
about people and puppies?
My uncleâs answer makes me feel
as clear and limitless
as the starry sky.
Mom was ordinary.
Something changed her.
But she could change back.
And Iâm not like her.
Iâll always be free
to be myself.
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GABE THE DOG
BEACH DREAMS
Sleeping in a tent on the moon-bright sand
I dream
swim-run-swim
and in the morning
I can still smell the dreams
of my Leo and Tony
because they were swimming with me
so that even alone on the water
I was never
alone.
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TONY THE BOY
WHEN ELEPHANTS JUMP
By the time we drive back
from our cool beach vacation,
Iâve collected a few experimental
feelings of my own
along with sand dollars
and seashells
and a gooey bag of chewy
saltwater taffy for Gracie,
whoâs due back from India.
She arrives in a loud burst
of hilarious jungle poem-stories
about elephant sunscreen (mud)
elephant pizza (squashed trees)
and elephant dreams (jumping,
because when theyâre awake,
elephants are the only mammals
that canât leap).
After her welcome-home
nonelephant pizza party,
all I expect to do is sleep,
but a call-out comes at midnight,
and TÃo takes me with him.
I wait restlessly at base camp,
wondering if Iâll ever master
the frustrating art
of patience.
The lost person is a teenage boy
with a homemade bow and arrow.
There is no place last seenâso Gabe
has to search a huge area, off leash
and eager, as he races against time,
because the boy is diabetic, and if he
doesnât get his medicine,
heâll die.
His family brings candles, food,
flowers, and a makeshift altar.
They pray in a language I canât identify.
The women wear colorful dresses,
and somehow, the worried men
manage to look strong
and helpless
at the same time.
The search goes on and on,
but this time, Gabe isnât the hero.
A helicopter pilot makes the find,
spotting the lost boy from midair.
Exhausted but happy, TÃo assures me
that search and rescue is teamwork,
not individual
glory.
Still, as I think about how hard
Gabe tried, I canât help but wonder
if SAR dogs ever feel
discouraged.
Lately, my mind is so full
of questions
that there doesnât seem to be room
for answers.
Wondering and wishing are all
I can manage at Cowboy Church,
where I try and try to pray
for Mom â¦
but end up feeling
like wondering and wishing
are better than seeing her
or opening her hopelessly
angry letters.
Now I know
how elephants must feel
in between their lively
jumping dreams
while theyâre awake
and limited
to plodding.
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GABE THE DOG
MY WISHFUL NOSE
Iâm not discouraged, just