Visionary Heat
I remember an old town on the Mexican side of the Rio Grande in Big Bend National Park in southwest Texas. You could walk across the river and buy amethyst from the children and hot tacos from their mothers. But at 2 PM every day, the town went silent in the heat. I learned the meaning and purpose of “siesta” from that town.
clinging
to the image of
a day moon
First published in Haibun Today!
Michael Rehling 