Sediments

I left my sediments curving a half moon––

Sorrow's silts are accumulating along the banks

of the Brahmaputra.

My grief-corroded pebbles

Rotate water inside,

Dissolving my alkaline soul.

Surrendering, agape,

            at the chute's cutoff,

I flowed with my seijaku.

Where, pressing your ear to the meander,

Homeric echoes whispered,

And I slumbered in that river's dry bed.

Petrifying sorrow,

Silt's bones,

          in my scars.

I settled within the crescent latitude, fossilized.