"Our Lady of the Waters" (2014) |
Lady of the Desert Spring
Nuestra Senora de las Aguas,
Our lady of the Arroyo,
Come quietly to us,
Come to us, and hear our prayers,
For those who suffer thirst,
Spread your mantle of green and turquoise
Among the red, parched lands
Bright artery of life
Nuestra SeƱora de las Aguas
Mother of the cottonwoods, the Palos verdes,
Snake and mallow, coyote and child
Hear our prayers
O desert spring,
Our lady of the waters.
Tile made from antique Afghani fabric press (2014) The Song of the Dry River
Dry. All you hearis the litany of traffic,
a dusty haze obscuring the distance.Nothing sounds nowwhere once water sangamong the stones,voices of the livingwhere once a river rana river, once, here
before cattle came,the carsthe minesliving as if the waterswould always flowto green the red and barren lands
as if the breast would never run dry.
As if there none yet unbornWho must know thirst.
Are there only stonesAnd pottery shardsLeft to remember me?I sing to their ghosts now,I singwhere once a river ran .
(2002)