she said her mother was waiting could I take her there she was waiting and would worry she asked how my mother was and I said you are my mother she looked amused then she leaned over and took my arm she said does mother know where we are I said yes mom she knows she's waiting will you tell her I'll be there she said as soon as I can get to the bus I'll tell her I said she patted my arm and hummed give your mother my love she said
Discovered a few moments ago that my sister, my sole sister, The sister I have admired for more than fifty years, the sister Who rocked my cradle with her toe as she did her homework, The sister who was never especially leery of punching us out When she felt we deserved it which I have to say yes we did, This sister has a name I never ever heard before this morning. Dechi Palmo she is called in the Tibetan Buddhist monastery She graces. Depa for short, she says cheerfully, on the phone. I know where that phone is, the only one in all the monastery. It's hanging on the wall outside the kitchen where she works, When she is not teaching, or praying, or meditating, or every One of the thousand other tasks she does silently and smiling. It means Happiness Glorious Woman, she says, or Happiness Glorious She Who Meditates. I nearly faint with seething joy. Sometimes, not all that often, but more than we maybe admit, Things line up exactly right, all hilarious and wild and bright, And you see a thing just as it really is, deep in its holy bones. You think that's never going to happen again but then it does. You can't command it, you can't make it stay, you cannot do Much of anything except slouch there grinning and mystified, It turns out, but to be occasionally grinning and mystified, ah!
Without your words, my breath cracks, dust on sand; without your words, my limbs break, bones on graves. Oh, my father, me too. without Can even this be stolen? your words No syllables of blessing left? No mouthed morsel of hope? Oh, my father, I alone am the hunted, your words, trapped and slain, me, too the spoils stolen again, me, too, that fair enemy, without, without