What Am I Longing For?
What is in this sound of leaves
brushing against each other that makes
me tremble like a breaking string?
What is in this full moon
on the Green Mountain that bewilders
me more than any other full moon?
The dry-ocean, crystal silence,
in this vast empty sky
what am I looking for?
I was content in my walled garden
where jasmines bloom
and apricots ripen.
You come to me in the shape of
shimmering golden filigree,
how can I be still contained inside these walls?
My Mongolian blood runs wild again.
published in Siegel, Ellen.,& Ayers, Lana Hechtman. (2002). Do Not Give Me Things Unbroken. iUniverse.