Photo by Matthew Venn
A poem by Chloe Sparacino
This poem was inspired by (and at) the Parado Salsa tasting booth at Point Loma, California’s farmers market on September 30, 2012. Try their Flagship salsa to experience the taste of this poem.
I bit into the desert.
Dark curtains of night closed over the sun.
Fire erupted around me.
I bit into the desert while riding a Palomino horse.
My feet bare under the spotlight of moon.
I looked up and saw as if for the first time
Stars, as many as the sand multiplying under my toes.
I looked down and saw waves of moonlight
as if shallow water covered the desert floor,
for an unquenchable thirst, an insatiable fire.
My tongue is attached to a song that stays in my mouth
reverberating down, a song echoing in the taverns
of my heart, echoing the never-ending silence of night.
My horse knows the song, she feels it on her back
beneath my thighs, she knows it in her body, a song
as strong as the desert night.
I ride toward the sleeping dawn with wind in my hair,
night underfoot, my fingertips tingling
echoes still lingering, we fly over a sea of sand
carrying a heart full of fire to light up the sky.
Photo by Kelly Shakespeare