BENJAMÍN NAKA-HASEBE KINGSLEY
For my daughter who loves spiders & beetles & black nail polish
for those who hear the glacier’s heartbeat
led by the moon with both eyes closed
what trees toss away their branches
& refuse the slipping back into any outline
of their old self yet tug the braid of all creation
these embers that gleam beneath the ash
between the simmer of soup & hiss of kettle
where a small girl discovers the Atlas of Heaven
there’s gold here & there’s fools gold too
so live.
219 The Paris-American
for those who hear the glacier’s heartbeat
led by the moon with both eyes closed
what trees toss away their branches
& refuse the slipping back into any outline
of their old self yet tug the braid of all creation
these embers that gleam beneath the ash
between the simmer of soup & hiss of kettle
where a small girl discovers the Atlas of Heaven
there’s gold here & there’s fools gold too
so live.
219 The Paris-American