A view of Doi Suthep,

a small hawk's circles

riding the invisible thermals

above the bridge,

over the klong

where a woman from a mountain

suckles her baby,

her beggar's cup

still empty

can't say how far above the hawk

heavy-with-rain may clouds

now merging with the flanks of the mountain

west of the flood-plain

of the Ping

backlit by a just gone eastward sun

are

can't say how far below the hawk

a small circle

of a baby's suckling mouth

is below a mother's breast

is below

my ability

to feel

... anything

can't say when hawk appears

stock-still

if there's a moment

of perfect equilibrium

with wind,

if there's a rising, or, a falling,

if 'steady' is only in my head

mother, baby, mountain, hawk,

clouds

i imagine

are immeasurably moist;

a state

i imagine

of near perfect

balance;

a symmetry

i imagine,

where what is seen in one eye

is the same in the other eye;

a perfect-balance

beyond imagintaion

with a warmth of mother's milk

not having

hawks' eyes

mother's breast,

thermals' freedom to rise-up,

child's instinctual hunger for comfort,

mountain's solidity,

clouds' reservoir of moisture

the only thing i can do

is put something

in the mother's begging cup

which i know will

never be

enough

re .. a view of Doi Suthep

here ya go orang .. taken at 10 17 this morning just for you : )

dave2

"Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness and dies by chance."

Nausea

22 minutes across Huay Kkaew Road

1 hour 32 minutes up the mountain

3 minutes ascending the steps of Wat Doi Suthep

3 minutes descending the steps of Wat Doi Suthep

5 minutes eating pineapple and drinking orange juice

1 hour down the mountain.

Was delighted by the

are

line.

"is below my ability to feel anything" - I doubt. Everywhere else, it is denied.

Lovely poem. Copied it to friends (w attribution).

Fine writing. Even better than usual, and you're usually very good.