Desert Priestess - Catherine Brooks
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Desert Priestess

 

We walked on a rattlesnake’s back,

Through Gates Pass,

Up to the Monastery of the Saguaros.

 

When we came to the crossroads,

We turned west.

 

There we found towering priestesses convened

with thorny arms up-raised,

Crowned with dazzling golden auras,

Exalting the morning sun.

 

The path terminated at a prayer circle.

 

At the feet of the High Priestess

I crouched in the dust,

Praying to see through her veil.

 

Then I opened the urn

To return her sister to the land.

The particles of her body

Rejoined the Sonoran sand.

 

Catherine Brooks, 2018

Photo: Georgi Ivanov