Maya Rani Khosla

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Synchronicity

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for A. Sze

In Bhutan my camera´s click jerks a yak
from her suckling young. Miles up-mountain

a goatherd struggling to lift her dead goat´s feet, stuck
in blue junipers, finds a snow leopard jawing the head.

As I reach for water in the darkness a half-human
half-animal call creates one gold bowl of sound.

Dawn´s green butterflies alight on pines miles
from their home while the yak herders say not migoi,

maybe leopard. Deep in a riot a child is torn off a woman
like a postage stamp. Coffee steam lifts from cups we hold

on the rooftops to join smoke from a still-simmering bazaar.
Thunder rolls on the ground. Mountains don´t answer

the goatherd shrilling for the rest of her flock.
The guard dogs´ hoarse shouts at the leopard´s howl

are swelling thunder´s silence.