Untitled - CSUN ScholarWorks - California State University, Northridge
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44<br />
Sitting in the Circle<br />
This man with the wild hair, every morning he sits in<br />
the plaza staring into something, staring into space. His<br />
hair, it is his hair I see, a black contagion of curls and knots<br />
and wild thunder tumbling around his head. The inside of<br />
his mind may look like this, a maze of dark contradiction<br />
and haphazard disengagement. But I think not, for after the<br />
hair I notice something else, the distance, the concentration<br />
congealing around him like a halo. Even at the beginning, I<br />
know he is going to disappear.<br />
The man with the wild hair is not like the man with<br />
the newspaper and cigarettes, who also sits in the plaza<br />
every morning. The man with the wild hair is not like the<br />
man with the sombrero and orange shirt and black rubber<br />
boots, who sweeps and rakes and gathers dead blooms in<br />
his plastic wheelbarrow with workman's pride.<br />
No, the man with the wild hair is going somewhere,<br />
sinking into the worn bricks of Olvera Street, the place the<br />
pobladores made for themselves out of sand and sweat and<br />
straw. He is silent and within himself, the cable that<br />
connects him to this world frayed with tension. Junipero<br />
Serra and King Juan Carlos beckon him. He will go. He will<br />
go.<br />
His expression is fixed. He is like the bronze statues.<br />
Covering him every day are the same clothes; dirt of<br />
centuries ground into twill pants that are an indeterminable<br />
shade of grey, a dark blue jacket that gathers around his<br />
considerable bulk, dusty brown boots. His clothes could be<br />
from any time. They say he was a farm worker. He is big,<br />
maybe muscular under the baggy clothes, too big for an<br />
Incan or Aztec. No, he is mestizo, the strains of pounding<br />
drums and silver-clad vaqueros battling for dominance in<br />
his inner vessels. His body is used to work, tilling and<br />
planting and picking. He gathers its forces.<br />
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