it is a smallest comfort
or blessed to be subsumed
by landscape, the
hills that are burrowed and brown
as they were— distance did not
contort them, no dividend anchored them


             It is a dance of stars, planets and satellites 
             Of ancient lores and present acsent 


                          it is planetary to walk a portion 
                          of the perimeter— every country has one, to see
                          it— to know the desperate want 
                                       to know two words
                                        forgiveness and thread
                          in any language that’s breathing


It is song of permeability
Granting influence, nations grow in humanity 
Unearthing serenity seed by seed by seed 


unknowing the given, the
between orders of what we have and we have made this
made the forgiving shining
space inside the pleasure of my language 


we did not suffer from it
not suffer any affliction or aftermath
burrowed and brown
as they were— we grew to love their condition
nurtured them and even raised
their flag, not for country but 
to stake the silence as it happened
, the new world
hums, bears its planetary portion
we did not suffer from it