Finding Me
In the woods
sky above and ground below
feet on a dying tree.
Thirsty leaves drenched
in the wetness of the sky’s love.
Fingers trace a throbbing vein,
brown, green, and the space in between
filled with lines and letters
words and pictures-
characters of a film.
Breaths of time
Sighs of decay
in the moment
trapped…
between here and there.
Stillness between heartbeats
punctuating fleeting permanence.
Have I found the face of Life
Or the soul of Death?
namgay zam 