the twenty-third-floor behind the ten-foot-tall wall of glass four eyes overlook a park down where children’s legs stand still waving arms above their heads fingertips raining. Headlights illuminate sea of snowflakes falling through between night forest. Ten thousand Tibetan nuns and monks touch foreheads to the earth sea saffron burgundy. Eight geese whisper wings to clouds in front of full moon face gazing drowsy. Fifteen farmhands at daybreak plant seeds bend forward sift through stones in sand a far-off field. A deaf man rests his head back peers sideways as Himalayan landscape drifts past his helicopter window. A five-year- old girl swims underwater bubbles follow the length from here to there. Wheat grasses swaying for fifty acres of sun. Skiers on a distant mountain carve tears into her surface. Lonely so still the ears listen to hear the blood flowing behind the mind. Sealed off broken in half severed. Seaweed waits at the bottom of the ocean to welcome brush of a traveler. A child is taken from his mother’s arms for the last time. Pain too old to weep. Fuzzy photographs surprise found hidden in unexpected places. She swallowed diamonds day after day because they were to buy the bread. Forty-three years of days of waking and walking and wondering where the walking is to. Night. Sky dazzling field of star cold mist. Alone. Without. Wherever. A bird will land there.
