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By chris Date: 2006 May 04 Comment on this Work [[2006.05.04.18.03.12208]] |
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(For Jimmy Santiago Baca) Mi Chicana, I sometimes see in brown eyes, yours, a heat- shimmer like the space between here and the mountains - that place where sunsets fade, dissolve; where the sun begins, too, but nothing is resolved. I sometimes feel the softness of sand, the edge of a knife blade; the fatigue of the runner who has run the race and has won, the cool force of the moon and the violence of the sun; at times, also, the Andalusian summer, hot like the wind that blows from south of the South Valley and Mountain of Thieves, carrying warnings and promises like autumn lifts dry yellow leaves that cover all - this tierra encantada, your home. I sometimes see a shining country in your eyes, an Aztlan not your own. |