NIGHT CLOSES IN

Night closes in with its breath taking grip
Night that walks in the guise of day.
Light footed across the rubble

morning comes as if rising from the dead
That which came and came again
leveled a world. In that sudden tolling,

what great works were interrupted?
The beating of a heart
A heart! Nine thousand hearts!

The mirrors that temper vanity
lie shattered, and multiply.
See how they run –to pixel the pain,

to instant message grief
Hands set to unremitting tasks ahead
are stitched, deeply stitched with glass

with shards of light.
For 2 days I was healthy
in touch with the earth

All it takes to make me whole
I realized as I turned in place: is a 7.8 shot
and a 6.7 chaser

Now the earth again stills
and I’m left spinning. A partner
without a dance

Eyes no longer widen
with a survivor’s camaraderie
and a tale in the offering

But shrink with pain,
mourning the lost. A hawk still glides
The city below is not the same

The town below is not the same
The villages below are not.
And will never be.

That which came and came again
leveled a world. That which leveled a world
leveled our souls. “My village is dead”

My village…
No light rises from the rubble

Kathmandu April 29, 2015

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2 thoughts on “NIGHT CLOSES IN

  1. These are the lines that I, a man trying to keep his word, liked best:

    All it takes to make me whole
    I realized as I turned in place: is a 7.8 shot
    and a 6.7 chaser

    Now the earth again stills
    and I’m left spinning. A partner
    without a dance

    Like

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