Anyway, here it is!
Centuries ago they came for the salt,
Mined this place but not to death.
Today, it sits alone in the middle of the monte,
Crowned by a thicket of mesquite
That wants to keep this place its secret.
If you come,
A snake will glide across your path.
An omen. Let your curiosity be greater
Than your fear. Let it lead you
Into a different kind of Eden –
A landscape where even the muck gleams
Underneath a covering like ice
In the middle of South Texas summer,
A layer like a glaze of sugar
on pan dulce ready to be licked clean.
Here, the birds take refuge.
Here, the javalinas come
And leave their hoofprints
In the mud. Here, listen
To the chacalacas coo
And rustle with your coming.
Walk towards the lake.
Hear the crack of crystal
Underneath your bare feet.
Let water swallow your toes.
Let salt sink into your skin.
Let it crack your lips.
Let it crystalline your flesh
So you glimmer underneath
The heavy-handed sun.