Glacier

Frozen in place, held icy by your sight

immured in water, white light cutting right through

I shudder heavy in the cold and murky depth

I awake my skin tingling, the shivers and shuddering

scars and warm blood rushing, feeling the cutting edge

in every breath in, burning rushes of thought and lively delight

my mind quiet, I smile back.

Homelands

In the shape of shadow

In the light from windows

With the motionless trees

On the afternoons without wind

I only imagine the dusty, dry grass

And memory fills in the hills and monsoon

I remember my people, not friends,

Barefoot rivals on the rich red clay

In between the stone path shrubs

They smell of toddy

But we share a spirit, a history

Though from different sides

They will not forget that cruel division

Why did you take it? My language,

Misery, meaning, death

Like theirs, all in a village, for melennia

Better to be humble in your lands

Than fighting elsewhere

Isolation

They do not hear me, my voice is hoarse

I look at the mirrors and no one looks back

In the void I am empty, formless

In the silence, you lose your strength,

Your bones will break, your mind burns away

Slipping away, melting in an empty self

I have nothing left to say

Spider Crack

Up my arms

A shiver at the rustling

Sorting through the keys

We pause and smile

Shimmering in moonlight

Cool breeze swirls around the closed door

A spider with only a thread

Flying blind, I see spider cracks

I bought bright padlocks

For her backpack

A funeral, her first trip

Alone.

The lands

The bare root of the plantations are white
like the hooves of the raiding deer
a crack of thunder in
this season of morning dew
more unfathomable than the waters
and clouds by the mountain slopes
between breaths, I burn.