Tuesday, May 8, 2018




The ash keeps dropping from the incense stick.

I keep turning you over in my mind.

I keep turning you over in my heart.

The stick shortens, burning.

The ash grows

and falls.

I keep turning you over.

I keep turning you.

I keep turning.

The ash keeps falling, piling up, more

of the silent reduction.

Burning earns such clean wages,

eye of ember, eye of ash hastening.

I keep turning your eyes over

to find your thoughts.

Turning your voice over

to find your meaning.

Turning your body over to find

a place to hide me.

And you keep turning inside me.

Li-Young Lee
The Undressing
Norton 2018