The Tower Journal

Daniel Bohnhorst

Lying Awake at Valles Caldera

You took from the high shelf a jar
labeled Desert Rain
and watered the first seed
to bed here after the eruption

Millennia later, I lie awake
in the tall grass of this crater
while October nears, and clouds
half-cover the harvest moon

There is a cavern in me
deep as the magma pool
whose pressure opened this valley
where I lay my head

And there are nights I fear
what peace I have is only
a delicate silk that lies above
kindling about to ignite


If the rains came back, so can
the names I have forgotten.

Copyright © 2014 Daniel Bohnhorst

Daniel BohnhorstDaniel Bohnhorst was born and raised in Minneapolis, Minnesota. He lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico, where he works in violin repair, and helps to produce staged presentations of Spanish-language poetry at Teatro Paraguas, a bilingual theater.

The Tower Journal
Fall/Winter 2014