Thursday, July 20, 2017

[ ofelia zepeda ]



 smoke in our hair  /excerpts/


[...]

Mesquite, cedar, piñón, juniper,
all are distinct.

[...]

We walk around the rest of the day
with the aroma resting on our shoulders.

[...]

Smoke, like memories, permeates our hair,
our clothing, our layers of skin. 
The smoke travels deep
to the seat of memory.
We walk away from the fire;
no matter how far we walk,
we carry this scent with us.
New York City, France, Germany
we catch the scent of burning wood;
we are brought home. 











Where Clouds are Formed (The University of Arizona Press, 2008).