A woman moves through a Cloud Hands position,
                         holding and rotating

an invisible globe—thud, shattering glass, moan,
                         horn blast—so many

worlds to this world—two men dipnet
                         sockeye salmon

at the mouth of a river—from a rooftop, a seagull
                         squawks and cries;

a woman moves through Grasp the Bird’s Tail—
                         someone on a stretcher

is wheeled past glass doors—a desert fivespot
                         rises in a wash—

and, pressing her tongue to the roof
                         of her mouth,

she focuses, in the near distance, on the music
                         of sycamore leaves.

Copyright Credit: Arthur Sze, “Cloud Hands” from Sight Lines. Copyright © 2019 by Arthur Sze. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press.