Cresting spiny ridge of Mexican limestone in full moon light
giant prickly pear silhouette,
pads flailing crazed and beautiful like a flaming god that
knows no weakness or pity.
A three tiered sphinx
with the Rio Grande ever polishing its shoes.
Short cliff, medium, long, to the green water,
cascade of darkness, towering pit of the earth.
Chihuahuan Desert stops hiding,
delicate as a cactus flower sticky with pollen.
How can the day shine so sure,
but the night be bright with its falsehood?
I am a wizard who knows no spells.
I want to move like an ocotillo in the wind,
Swaying barbed and dead until rain comes,
then springing leaves and blooms of buried life.
