I see flights of Canadian geese
\nfly over,
\nin the bright blue of the morning.
\nMy fingers go through the earth
\nto find you, Melissa.
\nTo see your eyes,
\nyour father saying a prayer
\nfor your good rest, health and joy.
\nI have never heard the bells
\nand cymbals of India.
\nSeen the workshops making brass
\nvases and horns.<\/p>\n
I read and reread the
\nstory of invasions
\non that ancient soil by mongols.
\nAbout Ghandi: the wanderer and
\nteacher.
\nBut where is the coolness
\nof our air?
\nThe limpid gold of our sun?
\nThe openness of our streets?
\nIn that land of languid midnights,
\ndusty villages,
\nhumid silences.
\nI see you a world away,
\nwondering on what place
\nyou are standing.<\/p>\n
How does the water taste?
\nThe sun trickle at the edge
\nof its shadows?
\nIn what direction does it come
\nthrough your window?
\nWho do you see or recognize
\nin the multitudes of people
\nthat remind you of ourselves,
\nwhere we were born?
\nWhat poem do you hear
\ngazing at the Taj Mahal
\nin the heart of Shah Jehan
\nfor his beloved Mumtaz Mahal,
\nin a world of monsoons and mystery?<\/p>\n
It\u2019s comforting to know
\nthe sun above me
\nwas above you hours before.
\nThat the moon found us
\nin the same night.
\nThat life flies in its planes
\nand on its wings.<\/p>\n
That your message
\nprinted in the computer
\ntells me of the snake charmer
\nand his two cobras.
\nI read your words under a jade tree
\nwatching Michael on a swing,
\nand you,
\nour precious link between
\ntwo horizons,
\ncatching fire at once
\nin dawn and sunset.
\nMy beautiful daughter
\ntraveling in the ironies
\nof space, and time, and dreams.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I see flights of Canadian geese fly over, in the bright blue of the morning. My fingers go through the earth to find you, Melissa.…<\/p>\n