The Sahara of I
Luis FranciaThe Sahara of I
Pen, not a ballpoint no, puts
down in place in a pen of a
page likes, peeves, dreams,
hates, detritus—always new
this old challenge, to
find a person lurking in the
Sahara of I, that one who can
speak differently but unbearably
familiar, emerging out of years
of strangeness, my own
Lawrence of Arabia
to approach this oasis, this
genesis, bearing three gifts
for the Holy Child:
Pen, Paper, Word.