Never
Mind. Get your
Shoes on and
Get out
Of here. We’ve
Bits of
Each other’s
languages;
Shared our
Stories, have become
Aware of
The body’s fragility,
The work
Has become more
In a
Sense. In the
What happens
When strangers meet?
Meetings.
We all
Know what happens.
Your question.
Did you draw
The
Map on
Soap because when
Dissolves we
Won’t have any
These stupid
Borders? Right. Yes.
Way. Nothing.
Nothing. A small
Of words
Are stretched over
Long duration.
Do you want
Say anything
Else? Every cage
A light
Bulb lying at
Bottom. Do
You want to
Anything else?
The glass infant.
Never
Mind. We
All know what
Happens.
Did you
Draw the map
On
Soap because
Of concentration camps?
Do
You want
To say anything
Else?
A computerized
Device dimmed the
Lights.
On off
On off off
On
In a
Quick random sequence.
[Note: Sources: Tyler Doherty, in The Wisdom Anthology of North American Buddhist Poetry (ed. Andrew Schelling); liner notes to Yo-Yo Ma & The Silk Road Ensemble, Silk Road Journeys; Mona Hatoum (ed. Michael Archer, Guy Brett, Catherine de Zegher)]