- Cloud Hands
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 cries 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. [End Page 694]
arthur sze’s latest books of poetry are Compass Rose and Pig’s Heaven Inn, a bilingual Chinese/English selected poems. He received the Jackson Poetry Prize and is a chancellor of the Academy of American Poets.