Exodus

My left eye wanders
from what my right eye dreams.
In the mirror, it is a wave
parting in the middle of my face,

my own red sea. Two peoples,
one fleeing, one in chase, both
ignorant, unseeing, make
a pilgrimage from my head

into the cleft of my cathedral
chest where everyone fingers brown
bodhi seeds. When the waters mend
their seam, no one drowns.

2012