Kuari Pass, Day 2


In the dark morning, before the sun emerges

we make fire

to call back the light.

Sing songs that lick a healing balm

on my wounded

woman voice.


White Apes crash

beyond the darkness of trees.

The sun cracks.

The Horsemen bring us each 

a steaming bowl of washing water

and set it in the dirt.

We bathe crouched over the pan

naked on our knees

in a ceremonial wash.


Clean hands, clean neck

face chest chin

to open our hearts

for the rest

of our lives.