A sanction gone awry
was my portion to cultivate

Giveth and taketh away

This is how adaptation occurs
A perpetual recycling

again and again


When this limbo
becomes mobile
and remains so

depends upon my knowing
the desert

with utmost rigor
and eloquent discipline

It is the road to ardor
wrought through uncertainty


How the world is told
is how it inscribes itself

on our clothes

How we become what
we hold of it



The longing-sector
of the heart

relentless scrutiny

Inquiry and collecting
serve vigilance’s conspiring

The shoot of yellow
under winter