I wrote this reflection while sitting at a U.S. District Court in Tucson, Arizona. I was a member of a delegation of witnesses who spent time learning about migrant justice, U.S. (im)migration policy, life in the México/U.S. borderlands.

A poetic reflection written after attending a family reunion in August 2025.

Grief has a way of seeping through the cracks and crevices of the lives that we inhabit. At other times, it barrels through doors like a flood that saturates all that is in its path. Goodness does likewise.