Calexico

Calexico

Kathryn Borobia

Blues and reds in the terracotta glaze
And the earth surrendering a cracked sigh
In the sun where beside the tire tracks lie
Hard exposed deposits of silty clays
That are burned but not consumed by the blaze;
Beehive shrines in the backyard, the cacti
Surrounding the Virgin with the glass eye,
The stucco washed for feast and holy days.
And still the desert mountains mourn: lonely,
Bitter ecstasy; something understood.
Here is the garden and the thief that mocks,
Where the temptation and the agony
Still occur. Still the branches of wormwood
Rise and converge cruciform from the rocks.

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Kathryn Borobia
Student

Katy has received awards in both poetry and short fiction, and is a two-time recipient of the Edwin W. Roodhouse Memorial Scholarship for creative writing. She serves on the editorial board of the Tower Light magazine while studying English and Mathematics at Hillsdale College.

Photography by Cullen Jones