by Marilyn Nelson
Now his fingers found the melody
Well, I goes out in the desert
and I sits in the sun.
Hot enough to fry lizards!
Then somethin shoots out the sand
right beside me, like a geyser,
tall as a tree.
It was a tree.
I was catchin my breath and feelin the place in my neck
where the pulse is
when God’s voice says,
So I sit in the shade.
That night I dream about tellin my friends
how God made me a miracle
I wake up with a splittin headache,
layin right out in the sun,
The tree’s just a handful of ashes.
I jumps to my feet,
Hey, that was a wonderful tree!
I yells, talkin to heaven
and kickin the sand.
Who do you think you are?
Then a voice booms so close to me
it could a been inside my head.
WHO DO YOU THINK I AM? it says,
I MADE THE TREE, AND NINEVAH,
WHO THE HELL YOU THINK
YOU TALKIN TO?