A Hundred Gourds 4:2 March 2015

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Sonam Chhoki - Bhutan

Did You Call?

November wind thuds the shingle tiles. The clock ticks thoughts into patterned silence of poplars outside my window.

I feel you've called.

I leave the gate open to let you in. The frost lies un-trodden in the grass. Did you call in this moment when the first light smudges the edge of night?

Or did you call in the white eddies of the mountain stream gushing by terraced rice fields; or in the pearly glint on the high peaks as the sun disbands the clouds? Did you call in the creak of the prayer wheel and in the bray of a lone mule in the valley below?

Did you call at all?

first snow
crows explode shadows
in the still grove

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