migrant worker -
asking the geese
for the way back home


a rock dove inches
   closer to me


sacred grove -
trees braided together
with vines and prayers


rain upon rain-
mother's orchids
still facing skywards


deafening rain
              mother's call
asking if I have reached home


summer dawn-
a dab of sandal paste
on my fore-head


fire-walking pit -
the smile of a deity
from a neon billboard