PilgrimWhen we toured AuschwitzPilgrim by ~bluebleakembers
the sun lit the brick buildings
& they glowed like dormitories.
The trees swayed
gently, green against red brick.
My gloves were thin
in the November chill
& the tour guide's words drifted
at the edges of my hearing.
Curled in my coat on the bus
I dreamed of January
nights when I did not run naked
in the dark snow.
Banana LeafIf a leaf fallsBanana Leaf by ~bluebleakembers
& the photographer hears,
is it too late?
The fibers split
like a perforated page
or charred parchment.
If a leaf falls
in empty space
can it alight?
The poet seeks
but the ink slips
& pools like dew,
SeascapeThe ocean creeps up like a guilty dog,Seascape by ~bluebleakembers
slowly, to attract no attention.
Somewhere beneath my reflection
my feet are drowning
All things draw near.
The sea curls its feelers across my skin.
Farther out, boys are splashing & shouting.
The tide bears a silent load
of foam and dead shining fish.
He and IThe rangerHe and I by ~ashellessmind
begins his long march
which is a trespass
across strange earth.
of the foreigners
to whom he is the foreigner
are silken whistles
which he misses.
This is a long march.
This is a strange earth.
I am my own stranger.
Lao Tsu as a TravelerOn this side of the worldLao Tsu as a Traveler by ~ashellessmind
where warriors are warring,
soon they will erect a long wall.
But I am alive here, now,
& before that.
The only barriers are our own barriers;
our hearts are overpopulated;
outwardly, emptiness is consumptive.
If anyone should ask me for something,
I will give it to them, & after all
I suppose I do have this little book.
Nevertheless, I am going to the other side
of that non-existent greatness
into the Taklamakan.
Whatever could belong to me
must be there.