BARDO
I think,
I don’t think.
I am
inbetween
sleep and
waking,
doing and
not doing
hovering
between worlds.
I am a ship
riding the
tides,
I swing through
an eddy,
catch a backcurrent
near an
unknown shore.
Forgotten by
the waves
I am here
and I am no
more.
I cannot
sleep,
I cannot wake
I see no
stars
in the
mirror of this night.
I see no
sun
in this glaring
day.
I hear no
one
but blood
thumping
my eardrums
I grow
roots in the air,
bleached by
salt.
My heart drunken
with blackness
in this bottomless sea.
There is a witch,
she stands
in the door
but she
holds not power
nor broom
I have no
legs,
I cannot
walk.
I have no
wings,
I cannot
fly.
In the birdless
shadow
I cannot
talk
nor sing
So much
water
but I am
dry.
The dance
is finished,
the last
echo of this song
gone in a
silent wind
My desert needs
rain
and a voice.
Then I may
rise
with the
clouds
and write
on the walls
