Mayalu Press

It’s hope

last night when we walked up the hill
the ice smelled like rain

we wore our coats open
windless streetlights glowing

you held my arm to keep from slipping
I matched your steps

last night was missing something
because my breath hit no resistance

it was confusing for the air not to bite
to wade through the night with only

the weight of my head to worry about.
I had no name for it.

I lost the quote about change. I need
a new one.

– KMN

The heart says nothing for now.

Tired today,
but tomorrow I think I’ll cook for myself
and the day after that
for my family and friends
I often worry
if there is anything else I can do
relieved,
the heart says nothing
for now.

~ཨེ་ཀོ་རོ་ཀན་ཆ་ཏ་མང་།