Where is his father?When will his mother be home?How is he going to explainthe moon taken hostage, the searisen to fill up all the mirrors?How is he going to explain the branchesbeginning to grow from his ribs and throat,the cries and trills starting in his own mouth?And now that ancient sorrow between his hips,his body’s ripe listening;the planetknowing itself at last.
-Li-Young Lee
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