Balykchi, Kyrgyzstan. November, 2004.

Wind shifted waves, whisper.

Farewell, farewell.

Sky calling, lost falling, distant waking clear

One step, take it lightly, off into the sheer

memory of clasping windows, reaching doorways, passages and parlors.

Mazes, ways through hidden stairs, banisters and frames and tile,

watching, waiting, catch, caught?

Breathe again and wind exhale.

Open up, explode, arise – arms uplift and cry, cry

Then flash away, disappear.

Horizon winking, grass bed sinking, below vision, under time

Goodbye.