baltica

water is perhaps turning
with it turning the river
clouds erring above the river
mirrors burning into smoke
galaxies reaching outward in haste

on this bridge footfalls fade
made of yesterday’s sand
tomorrow’s tears
unsettled dust of migrating souls
stars come here to cross path
with the living
with the dead

at doorway of shadows
in breezy night we meet
unlistened
your hands try to awaken my face

we herd in your paining stones
one by one
heartbeat after heartbeat

mandrem, 29 december 2011

what will you call it

here again after so long
grazing grass as i promised i would

this is no longer the neighbor’s pasture
all the neighbors have gone
one day a heavy gale came and
all of us became water buffalos
now feeding off someone’s prairie
vast
where grass is verdant and profuse

as with bitterness
sweetness of its taste
our laments blend
with the river’s roll
running down the vale to no end


siem reap, 22 august 2011