Mountains
I wish to lose myself
in your ancient immensity
in your torrents
in your winds.
I wish to merge with you
to soak up the light
to hide in your green depths
to be your breath.
I wish to stand with you
let your rocks be my strength
let your brooks be my fall
and your peaks be my rise.
The Himalayas
Steep mountains
highlands of glacial ice
floating in space
serpentine incisions
rock-clots splattered
on fossils of glass.
Sagarmatha
I am the white goddess
a sparkling diamond
I allure strangers
ever thirsty to conquer me
My icy embrace
awaits them
to slip, to tumble,
to fall into me.
Machhpucchere
The massive tail of a fish
buried in the Tethys
A rocky fossil?
A God’s jet
that crashed into the sea.
Green Gorge
Ridges hanging
like the folded skin of an old woman
an Egyptian vulture longs for me
Every day is Armageddon
and I have only my old shields
A red river swims out of me.
Fewa
Dark clouds hover
wanting to touch me
Stony paramours stand guard
but I am indifferent, a yogini
Hear my rippled silence
Stone silhouettes stare down
lanky shadows cast along my curvaceous body
Boats with their desires float on me
boisterous passengers
hungry for a piece of me.
Gupteshwor Falls
In a mirror of darkness
Love’s primordial sounds
Dark flames flicker in my depths
divinity disappears
A museum of memories
grows in me.
Chure
Be quiet here
our forefathers inhabit this land
Bow down to these venerable trees
we owe our lives to them.
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