To the Desert
By Benjamin Alire Sáenz
I came to you one rainless August night.
You taught me how to live without the rain.
You are thirst and thirst is all I know.
You are sand, wind, sun, and burning sky,
The hottest blue. You blow a breeze and brand
Your breath into my mouth. You reach—then bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
You wrap your name tight around my ribs
And keep me warm. I was born for you.
Above, below, by you, by you surrounded.
I wake to you at dawn. Never break your
Knot. Reach, rise, blow, Sálvame, mi dios,
Trágame, mi tierra. Salva, traga, Break me,
I am bread. I will be the water for your thirst.
3 thoughts on “Orphan Mesa”
Fine painting, fine poem.
The latter reminds me of John Donne’s Holy Sonnet which begins “Batter my heart, three personed God, As yet you do but knock”….
You and the poem capture the desert.
Wow! Perfect color rendition. Perfect poem pairing. You nailed it!