see the rinse of particles
floating before my eye,
too beautiful to stay within
the borders of any ghostly
explanation,
we’re talking about the land of the sun
without any dykes to speak of
because the hills rise quickly
and if you’ve got the air
you can take a path up high,
puff puff puff
you might think you’re gonna die,
but the trick is to just keep sweepin’
until it all becomes clear
that the crows and the ravens
and the countless chores of the people
down below
were all cast out of the same unblinking eye
a billion years before the earth
was even thought of
- from Poems from India 2002
