Down to earth

Grace Chhetri

An imprint of our bodies in the greenness of the land
Inhaling pieces of the sun
The warmth filling us up, tracing our bellies
Until it overflowed from our mouths
The earth rumbling echoes of our happiness

The skin between our toes, unfazed while faces turned golden in the rays oozing from seams of clouds

The droplets in the air that accumulated into storms
Too much fire for a world already burning

Thick black hair swarming,
the ends heavy with longing, splitting

Hands too small, seeping hope and promise
Giving way to dirt settling in its memories
Browning the avalanches it once created
Roling from hills of the Himalayas