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Lines from My Nepal Notebook
A whiff of jasmine
Rose petals scattering
Mighty pines dancing
Bamboos swaying, dipping, snapping back
Sunflowers gazing at their namesake in giddy worship.
A windy spring day in Godavari.
(April, 2011)
A Portrait of My Father
Last night was your birthday
Forgot to tell my cousin
to light a candle
on your grave.
DID I LOVE YOU ENOUGH
DID MY WORDS HURT YOU
YOUR SHADOW STALKED ME
I PROMISED
THERE WILL BE NO TEARS
I remember your laughter
as you sit in that corner of our apartment
and Itim, our...
The Arrangement of Falling Things
Along the walk to the InstituteThe Indian cork tree begins its silent shift.White, five-pointed stars rest on the pavement,not fallen, but arranged,as if the long night had paused hereto remember itself.
Each blossom is a cool reprieverising through the warm morning.They ease your steps,...
Making Believe
How long to carry on this pretense
That, yes, I am now fine
Making believe that you are just away on another
Of your many leavings
But how to walk
In the shade of the trees
And the flowers on a path
You loved and often walked home
Without feeling you...
Born of the Earth
We were all once
born of the earth—
keeper of her breath,
kin to root and river,
to feather and fur,
to the anito, the diwata,
and the taw’t talun,
spirits who dwell around us.
But that was
before conquest,
before the forgetting.
The invaders came
with the sword and the cross,
with maps and muskets,
naming...
Song of Nothing
Sunday blessed peace from nothing—
and nothing was a woman reduced
to a child's love running after drunken anger
letting go of nothing,
again nothing—
nothing was napping in the rainy afternoon,
a hand held by nothing—
like a bladder scar that said no puedo,
estoy bien cos esto, esta bien...
