A Love Letter Because I’m So Sorry I Anthropomorphized the Gila
I would like to hold you In the manner of this arroyo
Her acacias reach out to tangle with your hair
pulling you keeping you for a moment
In her fury, in her strength she has pulled down brush and branch she has carved boulders that give you pause make you go slow be wary of your footing
Her bare surface is decorated with dazzling turquoise veins that draws your eye, your hand touching her gently you take only what you can carry and leave the rest
She wears creosote and ram dung scent of hidden scent of blind river leading you in
Her banks are flanked by the wisdom of centennial saguaro a forest of silent stories writ in barbs
A young coyote dances through thickets of barrel cactus and sage She laughs so poignant and cunning it cuts
Standing within her, she holds you completely and yet You do not know her she wears the marks of those who have tried to control her an iron fence post eaten away to shrapnel she thrives endures as witness
to the trauma of mines carved out of her sisters surrounding her
When we return home you notice for the first time a small sharp pain splinters all over your hands and feet little reminders of her embedded in your weathered flesh
I take them out one by one lay them out in the sink like bodies in line
kiss the wounds of puckered pink skin and think about the dangers of metaphor
-R















