hurrian hymn

Ashoka,

we have feasted at your lap

reach your bark in famine

to remind myself

---

where Mahavira renounced the whole world

in the forest language

& my tea leaf lips touched the ear of an interpreter

she bent to hear me sing

that Hurrian hymn

of dead glaciers &

the higher order of love

to be felt & feel

---

Ashoka,

you are laughing down at me

as I fret over another blanket

stitching myself to your roots

we will grow together soon