I am off to meet the Himalayas
Sanna Wani is an undergraduate student at the University of Toronto, studying Religion and Astrophysics. More of her work can be found in Cosmonauts Avenue, Paperbark Magazine, Glass Poetry Press, and GONE LAWN. You can find her on Twitter @sannareya.
[Himalaya, /ˌhɪməˈleɪ.ə/; Sanskrit: हिमालय, hima (snow) + ālaya (dwelling),
“abode of the snow.”]
teeth fall yellow from
an old man’s mouth ,
cheeks bulging with time ,
unsalted .
lips cross-stitched .
there is karmic —
and there is bowed –
held taunt
in the hands of
men with burlap
sacks for bones ,
rivers for
eyes .
i met two rivers
on a slope ,
two arms lifted .
now i ask the dawn to
please them .
left with a seed buried
under a mountain .
two lilies gutted the sky for
some water .
petals plump –
edges crisp –
the clouds
warmed .
over the sun
is some new
relief .
that horizon is sweet —
unknowing —
prosperous .
Sanna Wani is an undergraduate student at the University of Toronto, studying Religion and Astrophysics. More of her work can be found in Cosmonauts Avenue, Paperbark Magazine, Glass Poetry Press, and GONE LAWN. You can find her on Twitter @sannareya.