A Tibetan Daughter
(to Tsering Wangmo Dhompa)
she builds a stupa of words for her mother
a tibetan daughter
she walks all day in distant lands imaging the places of conception and birth
she greets her mother in elements of physical existence on earth
shape of a tree. feel of the rain. whispers in the wind. glow of
butter lamps.
even her wedding ring.
she feels her mother's hands on the beads of the rosary now she tells,
in common faith she dwells