sequence

Three Quarters of the Himalayas
— a twirling thread 

to stand on the moon
and discover the earth . . .
roses in winter

thunder coming downhill the sound of glass bangles

slum dwellers—
the aura around each 
Diwali lamp

water circles becoming wide the frog's next leap

jasmine rain . . .
burrowing into the distant
sand bed of my past

three quarters of the Himalayas unseen my fear ice-tipped

a falling leaf
twirls the silence . . .
who am I

Presence Haiku journal: Issue # 46, Summer 2012