Uninhabitable

You are what you remember.

*           *           *           *           *
You must go out into the desert again.
You must live there in silence
until you encounter God.

*           *           *           *           *
Sometimes, you wake in the night.
You are afraid. You are afraid
that your heart will become
a desert again. Uninhabitable.

‘The Book of What Remains’, Benjamin Alire Saenz