Amy Katherine Cannon

and you will be at peace

live like scrub oak self-contained and spare

for each cup of wine spend a day without water

die like creosote from the heart in a widening ring

like the dead ignore both scorn and praise

sit in your cell it will teach you everything

welcome summer drought frequent fire

be purified by flame chose poor soil barren outcroppings

there is no need for lushness here or much rain