Vera Falls

We descend mossy steps to Vera Falls,
where foliage is barely pierced by sunlight.
Midday but the waterfall mist conspires
with the wind, the earth's walls, and the lush leaves,
in weaving cold mountain air around us.
I carry Maleeha against my chest --
right arm holds her, left arm precariously
props on the steel railing -- till finally,
that rumbling cascade pouring on cold spring:
Our last photo; I'm flying end of May.

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Fair weather on the beach

On the beach late afternoon,
weather's not perfect but good enough.
Memory's not perfect, sun tanning without
sunglasses nor sunblock. Welcome respite,
now cooler under the shade
of something bigger than you and me:
tsunami.

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The Motherhood of Clouds

Rain clouds are more sacrificial:
When they give birth to rain,
they fall as rain --
they are rain.

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Our appointed time

Exacting on our exact hour, minute, second,
I place my faith in it; a promised land
(and only yesterday, we synchronized
our wall clocks and wristwatches).

Dear, if it's quarter to eight in the evening,
then it's fifteen minutes to eight in the evening.

Please, not an agonizing millisecond more,
not an excruciating second more

than our agreed upon, appointed time.

Dearest, it's a thin line between on time and late;
a razor-thin line, between on time and late.

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Baby Maleeha Bawls at the Big Bad Sea

This big bad body of water,
Crashes her big bad waves on me!
Slaps me with her big bad waves!
There's been a better way
of bathing me: in my tub, in my house...

Mommy, let's leave this beach!

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Resurrection

Whole you are, shall be, and ultimately.

That your skull never be bashed,
That your chest never be stabbed.
That your brain never be crushed,
That your heart never be pierced.

And if ever you be wounded mortally,

You shall rise and be made whole again,
and never ever be broken.

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Missing you

The seconds roll to years in my yearning.
Yesterday, I thought I saw you crossing,
to the corner of our first meeting;
'twas just kinda Elvis sighting.

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