Thursday, September 17, 2020

Her Gift


Neowise, July 2020. Zixuan Lin photo.

     

Even then I knew

her gift to me

would be the void

felt so many years away

from the mountain and from her

in moments of emptiness and joy

and maybe she too thinks of me

if memory is light

traveling an endless universe.





—after a poem by Roberto BolĂ„no