Selfie
The view scopes to a scrubby shore
where mountain slopes have cracked in sun
and yellowing shrubs have sucked the margins dry.
In a moment of calm and sun
astride a smooth stone, your outer thigh
tenses to push back for balancing.
Of your child you made a chieftain`s daughter,
the toes of her right foot extending
white and shapely in the water.
Your smile is pure Gioconda!
It is not a time for sacrifice.
It is a time for drawing everything to yourselves
to be at one and naked in water.
Birdless, windless, soundless, songless
high white clouds echo
the mercury swells at your feet.
Ask the name of the nameless lake:
the lake is in your mind,
the lake will not be found
you take the lake from your head
and empty it of sound
and somewhere underneath your eyes
it is echoing in your bone.
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