Saguaro and Buckhorn Cholla / by Rebecca Tillett

When I became lost in the separation of child and mother, 
Of myself and the other
When I became lost you became found
You climbed on to the backs of birds and
sailed between land and space for miles
Your back covered in feathers as black as the sky on a moonless night
each freckle an understudy for the veiled stars
You rooted your limbs to the desert earth as thorns sprung from every pore
Your skin becoming hard and thick and ripe with rain water as your body twisted and
stretched in harmony with the saguaro and buckhorn cholla on the quenched landscape
When I became lost you became found
Returning yourself to the earth who birthed you
Child and mother
Without breach between each other

El fruto no cae lejos del árbol.