I was choked with desolation when the
monsoon caused the saguaro to sway
in the wind and the lightning to spread
jagged fingers on the earth.
I was heavy with disappointment when the
sky split and a lizard emerged from the
creosote, splendid in a new suit
of rain-washed scales.
I was deadened with disillusionment
when the monsoon led the stars
in a path to the hollow where I
wash my hair with yucca suds.
Now I’m happy. Veils of rain part.
Gila shows off his black beadwork,
while Toad sings the grateful song of
the All Gone People.
–Sarah Torribio
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