The city’s pull, the rumble of cars
surround me but, inside the noise,
I remember the sky and the earthy mountains.
Stones in my mouth, but yet
the heart’s work seems possible.
Just to stand up is wonderful.
And always the spirit is there,
never fading, though the shadows of the clouds
pass through her. She is the light
flickering in the lamp’s mantle.
Death finds its way around.