"When the day knew only darkness,
the wind a mute beggar stirring ashes and stars
in the discarded pools beneath the old
retaining wall, down where the white rivers
of sand slip grain by grain into the unseen,
and every foundation is but a moment
from a horizon’s stagger, I found myself
among friends and so was made at ease
with my modest list of farewells."

―Soldier Dying, Fisher kel Tat

The sand beach as gray as a dead cheek,
A green tideflow reflects cloud ripples;
I stand on the dark wet edge.
Cold foam cleanses my toes.
I smell driftwood smoke.
Words I wrote when told of Ghani's death.

-Rest in Peace, my beloved Brother

“I took the stone bowl

in both hands

and poured out my time

onto the ground

drowning hapless insects

feeding the weeds

until the sun stood

looking down

and stole the stain.

Seeing in the vessel's cup

a thousand cracks

I looked back

the way I came

and saw a trail green

with memories lost

whoever made this bowl

was a fool but the greater

he who carried it.

Stone Bowl

Fisher kel Tath”