To Maoli as the Year Ends
Now that I think you no longer hear me
you go on listening to me
as you used to listen to music
old friend what are you hearing
that I do not hear though I listen
through the light of thirty thousand days
you still hear something that escapes me
—from The Pupil, 2001
To the Soul
Is anyone there
if so
are you real
either way are you
one or several
if the latter
are you all at once
or do you
take turns not answering
is your answer
the question itself
surviving the asking
without end
whose question is it
how does it begin
where does it come from
how did it ever
find out about you
over the sound
of itself
with nothing but its own
ignorance to go by
—from Migrations, 2004