The year of parting
This moment of silence, plucking lice from each other's head to drop
into wet grass. The latitudes of intimacy.
Shadows under patches of early lavender in this summer breeze.
Reiterations of a solitary thought found in a walk. Blowing breath with
a breath, bamboo growth stalking the wind. Meeting wind with its
rustle, meeting wind with fingers trembling with utter foolishness.
Do not ask to stay when dust slides off feet poised for flight.
Bewildered between water and sky, only a slippery prostration.
Spaces circling amiably, lobe cupping lobe in a ceremony. Shrugging off
the present in an attempt to live in the present. Separating ear from ear.
As cotton padded feet meet parting curtains.
When you leave, I will grab that hour of parting.
Kiss our feet. Straighten your toes.
Tsering Wangmo Dhompa
such a beautifully balanced poem