My left eye wanders
from what my right eye dreams.
In the mirror, it is a wave
parting in the middle of my face,

my own red sea. Two peoples,
one fleeing, one in chase, both
ignorant, unseeing, make
a pilgrimage from my head

into the cleft of my cathedral
chest where everyone fingers brown
bodhi seeds. When the waters mend
their seam, no one drowns.


One Response to “Exodus”

  1. Fey says:

    This line one fleeing, one in chase…….pivotal, terrifying, perfectly descriptive of each of all….

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