The snow-eater

The "snow-eater"


a forceful chinook wind
striding fast, unminding;
"snow-eater", the Indians say.

along the path separating
the pond and traffic
are my heavy footsteps.

the sky is darkening now...
arch-shaped dusky clouds are
like bloody wounds
dripping through
the evergreen leaves

words of goodbyes
are piercing.
on a moonless night,
dreams are casting no shadows

a warm wind in the mid-winter
can appease but can't unbreak
a heart as you.

inexact science

an eye, squinting
through a microscope
bits and pieces unveiling.
almost naked.
an entity suspended
between heaven and earth
by a thread.
(or it could be the observer
forging an image of oneself?)

loving you is like
a sunlight-
heavy on my back,
two hours after the noon,
I, chasing my own shadow.