Transient

 In this short lifetime
we asked just so much:
as children in our next life.
let us see if we may meet again.

Tsangyang Gyatso, Sixth Dalai Lama (1683–1706)

Transient

Tsangyang Gyatso, the Poet, inhabits the Author’s palm

These inkstrokes
invite me
to where your thoughts
once whispered,
among stone walls:

In this short life,
my breath
drains into cricket night:
thoughts
fly upon the mind plain.

we have asked just so much:
We meet.
Through words,
I touch
the part of you
that is me.

As children in our next life,
your words
unburden
my childhood silence.

let us see if we may meet again.
Your hands touch my face:
fingers of summer rain.