Sweet Today

Karma Yoeser
Bumthang, Bhutan

 

She says she knows not of the

Storm’s split jaw but the sweetness that lies,

The embers down below are faint.

Yet glitters up the height

 

She would walk, she would crawl,

She would lie; she would cry,

On all the freezing nights,

Yet she wouldn’t dream of ‘Mights’

 

She would bite the raging cyclone’s iron throat,

Spit the sour and grip the honey from shattered jars,

She would track the almighty hawk’s shadow-casts,

Yet she wouldn’t dream of ‘Wings’

 

She says she knows, not of the

Heavens, you spoke of, nor the

Patrons, well-wishers, that each and every

Tormented ones craves for

 

She says she knows,

Her bridge is nowhere near build

She would turn cold one day, indeed she would,

But she wouldn’t plant her banner in the rot,

And forget the ‘Sweet Today’