We Are All Saying the Same Thing by Juan Felipe Herrera after Szymborska
Yeti come down. The escape is over—the earthquake mixes the leaves into an exotic pattern.
You slide down the precipice & spit. You chew on a Tibetan prayer wheel.
This is our city with the bridge in flames, call it Desire. This is our mountain, hear its umber harness shiver, call it Time.
& this old woman beating a bluish rag with her shredded hands—call her now,
call her with your honey-like voices. She is the sky you were after, that immeasurable breath in every one of us.
We are all saying the same thing, Yeti. We lift our breast & speak of fire, then ice.
We press into our little knotted wombs, wonder about our ends, then, our beginnings.