After This

You will feel the blissful feeling of fullness
after reading Afterness by the light
of a backlit neon moon sign;
turning page after page between the pinch
of eager thumb and forefinger - or middle
finger - perhaps feeling your mind
being gently turned to deeper things,
to the multicultural fluidity of your own spotlit
life; for you spin the globe with your dizzy
words, and, yes, for this brief trip or skinny
dip between these covers, your language,
and your understanding of it, dares
unite us all - our words matter - beyond
international borders and the orders of any censors.

Hike, You Too

Your words echo mine,
As feet do on the trail:
Cadence imperfect.

We follow no maps.
Our two roads diverge once more:
We part, sweet sorrow.

Hike, You

Feet tread, as feet do,
In boot prints. You make your lines:
Lost words on these paths.