Grandmother tree. Messenger from the time of mastodons. You bear witness to a desert that has grown past you. You observe from the ledge to which you have retreated as your onetime homeland burns below.
I am older than when we met. My once-slivered window into your world widens. I understand more deeply how it feels to belong to an older time.
Over deca…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Letters From the Desert to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.