Weekly Poem: Going Gone

July 16, 2013

By Shebana Coelho

Yesterday I up and went to Chimayo and Truchas
met an Uruguayan in Chimayo with a
honey voice
all rasp and rough
music a love song
gone to seed from
feeling too much and
living too hard and
painting all the same

In Truchas, a Basco raised in Cuba
with red ringed eyes
knew me for an Indian right away
Any Veda he could
lay his hands on, he said,
he had read.

Within minutes these men
and I knew each other
for wanderers
within seconds we knew
the journey ends here.

This piece was written by:

Shebana Coelho

Sheban Coelho is a writer and filmmaker. Her work has been published in Chronogram magazine, Word Riot, the anthology, Beyond Forgetting: Poetry and Prose about Alzheimer's Disease (Kent University Press, foreword Tess Gallagher), NPR’s On Being blog, Albuquerque’s The Rag, Sin Fronteras Journal, Time Out Mumbai and The O&P Edge. Her professional experience is as a producer of documentaries for television and radio outlets such as American Public Television, National Public Radio, The Discovery Channel and BBC Radio Four. She received a 2004 Fiction Fellowship from the New York Foundation for the Arts (NYFA), a 2005 Jerome Foundation Emerging Artist's Fellowship and a 2007 Fulbright Research grant to experience and record everyday life in nomadic Communities in Mongolia. Her website is a href="http://www.shebanacoelho.com/" target="_blank">www.shebanacoelho.com