mountain ranges cast
mountainous shadows

men, just,
even just,
one odd
man

can cast ranges of
mountainous shadows

these shadows,
both
in and visible,
out and invisible

there is a looming large,
late in the day shadow
of substantive length

in and on me,
though shadows amorphous,
it's weight is crushing me

You cannot escape, Helen
a shadow
both
in and visible,
out and invisible

You weren’t just a lover
You were the one
A reflection of my entire existence
In the most enigmatic eyes
A purpose
The purpose
Not an answer
Not a question
Just you
In your form
The best one
The only one
My absolute life
Yet now a memory
A dream like last night’s
A worry stricken mind
Realizing it has nothing
Just emptiness the next morning
I hope you are ok……..

(Kathmandu, Nepal 02/06/2013)

He was never afforded the luxury of a fresh start
his religion painted depictions of him
a silhouette entrenched in a thick bank of fog
The earth of his homeland has forgotten the taste of his footfall
left to find his own stake in reason and meaning
he emerged a cultist of jaded
false idol to the yearning masses
a means to an end for the end of meaning
the pounding of feet and fists
an eternal drumming
the call to action
too quiet to not be heard
his movements carried the voices
of birds too feeble to migrate away from icy fingers
he swims upstream until his body
becomes the sediment in which we plant our flag of victory