Maya


There was a girl that reminded me of a fledgling,
a skylark soaring around her own
Sky—large but reachable
A messenger that piloted us the bunglers to celestial places
with healing gestures and guiding spirit.
Her perversely pure nature infectiously attractive,
her name a Nepalese combination of the word ‘love’ and ‘universe’.

A cataclysm, a tragedy, they’d say, and continue on.
Likes and shares they’d offer, and continue on.

Find yourself overwhelmed with present-time dysphoria,
ask the fledgling: how dark of a time is this? Just look at me.
and she’d say: I love you,
        my sisters and brothers.